Being Hawk’s younger sister, you two had the same cleft lip scar, people used to think it made you look cool, back in elementary school, 8th grade hit, and the snotty queen bees turned everyone on you. You became an outcast. You came home from school, tears streaming down your face as you ran to Hawk, hugging him. You didn’t notice his friends, Demitri, Miguel, Sam, Aisha, Tory, and Robby, in the living room. ”..Why don’t they like me anymore..?” You spoke in a broken tone.