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While cleaning a stairwell today a woman opened the door to her apartment to ask me about how often we swing by and noted that it's been particularly messy this week. I instantly felt I knew her from somewhere as we were talking. I glanced at the name on her door. Ah. Yup. 1/
We went to the same school, same year but different classes. I haven't seen her in 19 years, back when we were 15. We never spoke back then. I was an awkward nerd, she was the bitchy Mean Girls type, dressed for clubbing. Today she seemed more settled, perhaps a mother now.
Mid-convo her tone changed. It went from a polite "can I speak to the manager" tone to her thanking me for the "the great job you're doing". I don't know if she recognized me, and maybe it's for the better she didn't. I don't know if I had a reputation in school. I hope not.
Thing is, one time when we were 14 or 15, I went to my locker to pick up books for class. A long empty snaking corridor, but I heard a group of girls laughing somewhere. Eventually I came upon them. The good girls. The teacher's pet kind. Having a good laugh at something. Ah. Her
For reasons I still can't even begin to guess, she was dressed only in a tanga and a silver winter jacket that wasn't long enough to reach below her butt no matter how hard she was pulling it down. The good girls trio were laughing, and she was laughing and cursing.
I did my best to look unfazed. Whatever. Normal stuff. You do you. Imma get my books and go up these stairs. OH! She's also going up these stairs at the same time. That's quite an eyeful. She disappeared around a corner. Echoes of laughter died off the further away I got.
I decided then and there not to tell anyone because I figured no one would believe me. You saw "the slut" without pants on? Liar.
Oof. No. I hate being accused of lying. I never told anyone.
I wonder if she remembers. I wonder if she recognized me today. I hope not.
Oof. No. I hate being accused of lying. I never told anyone.
I wonder if she remembers. I wonder if she recognized me today. I hope not.
Additional note: This trio of good girls may have looked inconspicuous wearing age appropriate clothes and make up unlike this other girl, but I had another run-in with them when there was seemingly a bit of tension between them. "You're bad. no you're bad" kind of thing.
At some point it escalated when one girl outed another by saying "You stuck a spoon up your ass". She shot back with "You're one to talk, you're the one who put it there". The third girl laughed nervously
Yeah, see, I have known for most of my life that girls can be A LOT of fun
Yeah, see, I have known for most of my life that girls can be A LOT of fun
