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So, I had finished my joke of a spanish test when I run into Andrew, the white chef in my restaurant and suddenly, some girl is calling my name. Turns out it was one of my 3 best friends in Junior High (AKA Pre-Willows era). I couldn't recognize her at all... She was fake-baked an unnatural shade of orange with chemically mutilated hair. I found out that the other two girls in our "group" were doing well...
One got married a few months ago and moved to the city. She's only 18.
The other just had a baby girl. She's 17.
The girl I ran into seemed ok. She was a little scary looking and she was smoking the sticks of death, but other than that she seemed very normal.
I can't help but think about what would have happened if I had stayed at that school. I was getting lazy and refused to study, I was obsessed with sex and couldn't wait to get my hands on some kind of narcotic. I'd probably be a recovering anorexic in rehab with two love-children and a protection order against one of their fathers.
When I came home, I gave my mom a huge hug and thanked her for dragging me away to the Willows.