She used to breeze in the corridors, looking down on everyone and everything
She knew she was a beauty of the ages, she had absolutely no modesty about it
Her long hair used to veil her beauty from those ever-present admirers, keeping her regality hidden from the lowly
She ruled the cafeteria like a proud queen, dictating the masses with the flick of her finger
Never she let anyone cross her path, not that anybody dared to do so
She demanded attention, she demanded praises, and she got both and much more in heaps
Fifteen years later, she is standing in the same corridor, reminiscing those bittersweet memories, how time has changed her and tamed her
Her highschool, the last time she ruled the world!