Avaira Walton was tired of being the target of all the bad luck in the world. Unfortunately named for her dad’s favorite brand of contact lenses, sent to an Arabic-speaking and reading school for her first three years by accident (The wrong school bus picked her up every day and nobody questioned it), expected to be a boy (hence her hastily chosen name), she had spend the first 14 years of her life feeling out of place. Her room was decorated with footballs. Real ones from real games, costing a total of $9,000. Until she was five years old and her younger brother was born, her parents mostly pretended she was a boy. After that, she always felt left out, convinced that Guy was their favorite child. At nine years old, due to the school bus mistake, she was behind in English. It was only due to her hard work that she was able to graduate from middle school. Her dad had promised her that she could travel the world for high school. She secretly hoped that she would find a place to belong as she wandered the planet.
But then her parents’ tea business started failing because people thought tea was unhealthy. How would she get the money to travel the world now?
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