An example of how life is like fiction

If you are brave, you can try to imagine middle school without the benefit of the keloid of passing time. Time heals all and distorts the truth like heat on the asphalt.

I remember this traditionally beautiful girl. She was blonde, dated soccer players, wore cool clothes from Delia's or wherever. She had dimples and permanently tanned skin. In short, she was popular. As the years wore on, popularity began to take on a different hue. As a self professed "outsider", I relished in being an observer. I still do. But being near the golden children, with their expensive clothes and their exalted status, I was intrigued. I was a jester to their court, at times.

This one girl in particular was at a party once with older kids and ended up stripping drunk on a table. I'm sure bad things happened. Not bad things in the sense of teenagers shouldn't do this, WHAT ABOUT THE HONOR ROLL? but in the sense that moral ambiguities were no longer ambiguous and people did the kind of things they do that set a pattern for their life.

I saw this girl again on Facebook and she is now a kindergarten teacher. She is dating a man with the surname Good.