I wore sunshades to cheer practice.

They didn’t like that.

At all.

“Evie,” one of the girls said, tugging her ponytail tighter as she approached, “this isn’t a fashion show.”

I didn’t even look her way. Just kept stretching.

“It’s the sun,” I muttered. “My eyes are sensitive.”

“It’s cloudy.”

“I’m sensitive to clouds too.”

A few girls snorted behind me. Whispered things they didn’t bother keeping quiet. I didn’t care. I wasn’t here for ...