Marjorie was smaller than the other girls. She had big glasses, freckles all over her face and curly auburn hair that looked quite a bit like steel wool. She wore baggy sweaters and pants, and boys tennis shoes – before those things were cool.

Marjorie got picked on.

Marjorie never fought back.

Well, Marjorie never fought back, until she did. When Marjorie fought back, it was with the strength of a dozen fifth graders: a howling unrelenting rage bent on nothing but the destruction of those who plagued her day in and day out.