I was 16 when Suzy told me about hers. We were both seniors in high school but taking all of our classes at community college. I hated living in a small northern California town. My hair was highlighted blond.
My mother and I fought constantly. My brother and I couldn't hold a conversation without it dissolving into a screaming match. I saw my father once a week and told him about my schoolwork.
I had one sort of beau for a few weeks: Travis. He was the second boy I ever kissed.
I started cutting myself and went into therapy.
I didn't waste my time with people whom I didn't love. Nowadays, Joanna's a makeup artist in New York and is madly in love with a Texan; Esp is getting a second Bachelors in psychology in Sacramento and is emotionally unavailable to her many suitors; Katie is training to be a midwife in Sacramento and just bought a house with her new husband; Suzy killed herself with cyanide in Florida. I see them all a few times a year.