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...