My name is Christy but nobody calls me that. I’m in the same class with another girl named Christie, so I’ve become just the other Christy, the spare Christy. Not the popular, loud one everyone likes.
Just once I’d like to be noticed, and have a real friend. Someone I can bake treats for and who just gets me . . . and my weird fussy Grandpa at home.
Could that person ever really be Christie? Could I be friends with my enemy?