In fifth grade, when Clara Gomez stole my cookie from my lunchbox, I just shrugged and ate my carrot sticks. My nickname was Montagnita, Little Mountain, because I was never moved, never bothered, always calm. In seventh grade, I broke my leg, but I didn't tell anyone for three days until my father found me crying on the bathroom floor. When my little sister Sophia was getting picked on by some boys in high school, I switched out her two small uniform skirt for mine. She stopped getting teased, and I wore pants for the rest of the year.