I couldn’t care less about Max’s mocking clap. It didn’t have anything to do with me. I couldn’t keep allowing that rat to disturb my peace. Even with my broken leg, I would show him what I got if he crossed his lane again. The sound of his applause faded behind me as I kept hobbling forward on my crutches. The metal dug into my underarms with every painful step, but I endured it. The rain had started falling lightly at first, then heavier, soaking through my uniform. Oh why now? I couldn’t even run with this thing. So I just stood there for a moment, the rain pouring on...