We can do this, we can be the best. As friends, as a family, as a band. Evan's thoughts scatter as he marches onto the field, his trumpet in hand. The guard is in front of them, dressed in beautiful purple. The tallest one up front looks the best. His eyeliner makes his blue eyes even more piercing. His three flags in his strong grip. His dark hair streams a light brown under the stadium lights. That's Evan's friend... and crush, Jonathan.

A story about the girl in my third grade class that I was too foolish not to defend from bullies.