Becca was popular. Everybody loved her. But she always wore long sleeves. Even in the summer. “You’re so lucky.” Megan told her one day. “You’re popular, you have a boyfreind…you dont need to put up with all this crap!”“Maybe I do. Maybe you just don’t know.” Becca said vaguely, walking off. She rubbed the bruise under her sleeve, and almost started crying.