God, it gets me wet just thinking about those days. I mean, I know it was high school, but for us, it was the
end
of it all - high school I mean. We really were like gods - goddesses - in our own way. I don't know if it was how we talked, or walked, or dressed... maybe it was a combination of the three, but there was a certain threatening appeal to us.
You'd go see a tiger at a zoo, sure. Beautiful creatures, sure, but would you really want to be locked in a room with one?
That was us.
In those days, we didn't hear a lot of words like "queer" and "dyke" anymore. I don't know if people were afraid, or had simply gotten used to use. It didn't matter. I could walk the halls of my school, arm around Cordelia, hers around me, and not a damned person said a word about it. Finally.
In this, I think it is my greatest regret that it was all over, school I mean. I had finally achieved something I set out for, and it was almost all over with. It didn't stop me - it didn't stop any of us. Cordelia had become like me, as I had become like her so early on. She was as much a part of this, as the rest of us.
We never once bothered to think whether or not this had gotten entirely out of hand.
We should have.
O O O
Amnesia, and Cordelia walked in the head of a small group of girls, juniors, and seniors, in a small triangular formation as the walked the center of the hallway.
Jocks, motor-heads, cheerleaders and the lesser socialites cleared a way for them as if they were something magical and deadly.
Lately, Amnesia had been eyeballing a girl, a girl named Soheila. Soheila Kojori, a Persian girl by all means, born even outside of this country. She'd gotten a visa and came to California only two years ago.
She was perfect, her tinted skin, and large eyes - such her ample breasts - her beautiful hips, and her
ass
--she was everything that Amnesia was looking for as a new edition. Someone fresh, and different.
"Claire."
"Yes Amnesia."
"What about Holly Wells?"
"Yes Amnesia." Claire said and turned on her heel, heading down the cross section of the hallway.
Behind her, Nancy, stepped into line a single file flawlessly behind Amnesia. The two made a single sound with their footfalls, high heels clacking on worn hall tiles, changing long overdue.
