I glare back up at the panicked woman, “Wherever we’re going better explain why I look like girl.”

“Sure, whatever,” she says, pushing me toward the front door, “C’mon, we gotta go right now!”

But I hold firm, “Or else what?” I ask, “You’re just trying to drag me out in public and embarrass me!”

Riley wipes a few stray tears, clearing her sniffles once more, ”Alexa, we don’t have time for this kinda egg stuff right now.”

“What are you even…Can you at least give me a hint?” I plead, trying to get her to at least look at me, “Those pictures in our hallway…this body…Is any of this real?”

The teary-eyed girl doesn’t give me a second glance, and instead walks out the door, mumbling to herself, “The pictures…Should’a took those down.”