In the tenth grade all the guys wanted to be with
her. I did too.
But she walked around with a snooty look on her face
all the time that telegraphed she was too good for us.
I was almost believing it. I was almost believing she was
too good and too beautiful for us.
But when she reached the twelfth grade and put on a lot
of weight, the magic was gone and none of us wanted her.
And she no longer walked around with that snooty look
on her face.
Bob Boyd