Talk to high school's memories

There were no temptresses in my high school, only the perpetually deluded. We called them the Vogue Squad behind their backs. They sashayed in their bland Gap jeans, puckered petal-red lips, and tiny tank tops to the cheers of the boys in the Rugby team. They wanted so badly to impress.

Everyone was blind in high school. Importance was given to what was superficial, what wouldn't last. It was more important to wear the right jeans, the right shoes, than be honest and up front about what you were feeling. Whoever you thought was your friend might turn their back on you the next day. If you found a small group of people who you really trusted, you felt blessed. And you could feel the growls of the ones left outside your circle, like hungry wolves.

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