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
