Most days, she was in an oversized vintage tee, denim shorts, and sandals. She was tall and muscular, her thick brown hair almost always pulled back with a scrunchie. Who knew being a varsity soccer player at fourteen could get your biceps that buff? Fi had definitely gotten all the height in the family. “Slow down,” snapped Cat’s older and much stronger sister, Fi, dropping her hold on the back of Cat’s cape and returning to fidgeting with her coffee-stained, leopard-print blouse. He was similar to Cat in so many ways physically (dark hair, hazel eyes, typically Italian features like their dad, a love of graphic tees and jeans), but personality-wise they could really be total opposites. He hadn’t even looked up from his handheld console, and now he was using their brand-new vocab word to tease her? Cat stuck her tongue out at him. Her cape tightened around her neck and Cat was yanked backward, bouncing like a pinball off the space soldier’s flimsy plastic shell and the costumed lady’s thigh. But she didn’t love being late, and if her family would just hurry up, then maybe. The pregnant lady angled herself to the side to let Cat slide past. Cat saw an opening and pushed forward, squeezing between a very tall, very pregnant, costumed lady and someone in full-body futuristic space armor.
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