“I’m not a child no more,” Lainey boasted out loud, grinning and admiring her youthful curves in the bedroom mirror. Just the thought of being sixteen and almost seventeen had made her forget about pulling her hair up in ponytails anymore and wearing the blue jeans she’d purchased at the Old Navy store in the mall. Now only a designer label would do for Lainey and her best friend April, whom she shared her evenings, chatting on the telephone about their classmates, asking questions like, “who are you hanging out with this weekend; and is he going to be there.” Being sixteen was a big deal, and the only images dancing through their heads were boys, boys, and more boys.