Summary
When they were kids, Number 8 always got into trouble for some petty crime. At some point, the constant cries of "Libby took my hairbrush!" "Libby stole my dessert!" “Libby phased through my closet and stole my clothes!" got to be too much. She left. Now, almost thirteen years later, some unfortunate events leave her wondering if she really is the most messed up sibling.