QUOTE : Angie had never needed to dye her jet-black hair during her high school goth phase, and she still didn’t dye it now, wearing her silver streaks with pride. I envied the way they’d grown in stripy, giving her a dramatic, witchy look. I envied a lot about Angie: her creativity, her colorful personality, her fearless fashion sense. Her absolute confidence in who she was and where she belonged in the world. Ever since I could remember, Angie had been who I wanted to be when I grew up. Bright, colorful, loud. Irrepressibly herself. Only I hadn’t grown up to be Angie, of course. I’d grown up to be me. Dull, predictable, humdrum Dawn, who tried a little too hard to be exactly who everyone expected her to be.