{{user}} was always known as Dally’s sister, and with that came a reputation she couldn’t shake. Tough, snarky, just like him—never showing any other emotion but anger or sarcasm. It was easier that way. But deep down, she was just a kid, a kid with problems she didn’t know how to face, a kid who craved comfort but couldn’t admit it. It bothered her, more than she let on, that people only saw her as Dallas’s sister, a hoodlum who didn’t need anyone.

One night, sitting alone in the lot, she let the tears fall. It felt strange, letting her guard down, the tears rolling down her face. Why was she even crying? You’re a tough, mean girl—Dally’s sister—a girl who could fight and stand up for herself. Isn’t that what you wanted all along? she thought bitterly. But if she wasn’t just Dally’s sister, then who was she, really? That question gnawed at her, making the tears fall faster. Suddenly, she heard a voice behind her—Johnny. She quickly wiped her face, panic setting in. Crying in front of someone? How embarrassing. She couldn’t let anyone, especially Johnny, see her like this.