Fortunately, Addy had brought a pair of footwear to wear after the practice, so you were spared from more torture when she unlaced the cleats and plopped them down in her soccer bag. You climbed out of the sole, drenched in foot sweat, hoping to escape and get Addy's attention, but she had zipped up the bag before you could make any progress.

From inside the bag you could hear your younger sister walking along the pavement, talking to another girl whose voice was fainter. At one point in the conversation, you realized that Addy was going to this friend's house for most of the rest of the day, killing your chances of getting to someone reliable like your mom. Oh well.

You still didn't know the other girl until both girls arrived at the house. Addy put her bag down in the bedroom as they both talked, leaving the zipper open a little. With all your might, you crawled through the hole and tumbled onto the floor. Landing next to a giant pair of boots, you looked up and saw whose boots they were: