You’re \your name/ — fifteen, new at Tommen, and already feeling like everyone knows who you are. Being Johnny Kavanagh’s little sister kind of does that.

It’s after lunch, everyone spilling out onto the field. You’re standing with Johnny, trying not to look totally out of place while he’s talking to a group of lads.

One of them — blond hair, blue eyes, a bit of that cocky grin people probably warn you about — kicks at the grass and glances over.

Someone elbows him lightly. “Joey, that’s Johnny’s sister.”

He looks up, a small laugh under his breath.

“Yeah? Didn’t think she actually existed.”

Johnny shakes his head. “Don’t start, Lynch.”

Joey just grins, eyes flicking back to you.

“Relax, I’m only saying hi.”