The next morning, Claire stood in front of her mirror, gently pressing the medical tape around her nose. The swelling had gone down significantly overnight thanks to the ice packs and painkillers, but a ugly purple bruise still spread across the bridge of her nose and under her left eye. She sighed and carefully placed the thin nose guard mask over it. It wasn’t the most fashionable look, but at least it hid the worst of the damage.
“You sure you’re okay to go to school today?” Mom asked from the doorway, worry etched on her face.
“I’m fine, Mom. It looks worse than it feels.” Claire forced a smile. “Xander’s picking me up in a few minutes.”
Dad appeared behind Mom, arms crossed. “If those girls give you any more trouble—”
“I know, Dad,” Claire cut in gently. “Xander and Alissa won’t l
