Juliana gazed out the window at the moving van parked in front of the house nextdoor. A lady got out with a little boy, holding his hand firmly and Juliana clappedgleefully. Finally someone to play with! She raced downstairs and crashed into her father as he stepped in front of the staircase.“Whoa honey. Slow down.” He grinned down at her and ruffled her hair. She jumped around impatiently as her mother calmly opened the door. Dashing past them sheskidded to a halt in front of the new people.“Hi!” she grinned at the lady who smiled back as the boy narrowed his eyes.“Juliana!” her mother scolded, walking up to stand beside her. “What have wetold you about running across other peoples’ lawns?”“Sorry Mommy. I promise I won’t do it again.” The nice lady laughed.“Nice to meet you folks. I’m Tina and this is my son Caleb.” She patted Caleb’shead lovingly.“I’m Heather, and this is my husband Tom. And this is Juliana.” Juliana stuck outher hand and Laura shook it, laughing.“You’re a smart young lady aren’t you?”“Daddy says I am!” Juliana glanced at Caleb, who was gazing off into thedistance. “Can I go play with Caleb? Please Mommy?”“If Caleb wants to, go right ahead.”“Caleb would love to.” Laura smiled down at her son, before gently pushing himtowards Juliana. “Would you folks like to come in? I can make some coffee-““Actually we came over to see if you needed help unpacking…” Tom started asthe grownups walked towards the house, leaving the kids on the front lawn.“Come on!” Juliana grabbed Caleb’s hand and pulled him across the street to thesmall neighborhood playground. Releasing his hand, she tapped him on the shoulder andran away screeching “You’re it!”“I don’t want to play with you.” Caleb said haughtily, wiping his hand on the frontof his black t-shirt. Juliana stopped in her tracks and looked back at him, a confusedexpression wrinkling her forehead.“Why not?” she asked, honestly bewildered.“I don’t like playing with girls.” He smirked and walked away, leaving her puzzled and hurt in the middle of the playground.Eight years later, when they were both in grade 12, Juliana had given up hope of being friends. Caleb tormented her every time he could, and that was often. One time, hehad even cut off her hair. She never forgave him for that. He was rather popular as he wasgood at almost anything, while she preferred to stay out of the spotlight, staying home asmuch as possible and hiding herself underneath big sweatshirts and track pants. Her parents worried, but when Juliana told them she had plenty of friends and a boyfriend,they gladly believed her.“Hey Jules! Wait up!” Caleb called, waving and walking towards her. She ignoredhim and walked down the street, music pounding in her ears. Pulling her hood over her head and jamming her hands into her pockets, Her mind scurried for answers. There hadto be something. She could have cried in frustration. Caleb caught up and yanked her hood down. “Jules!”“What?!” she snapped, yanking her earphones out and glaring at him. He grinnedat her.