Christy Fimple is a smart, restless suburban teen who masks nerves with breezy sarcasm. Cheerleader veneer, garage-band taste, and a decent heart, stuck dating a showy jock while crushing on the kid next door who actually listens. When chaos hits, she’s quick-thinking, protective of her little brother, and braver than she looks—swinging bats, improvising plans, and refusing to be background. Soft spot for misfits, hates condescension, learns to pick her own battles—and boys.

