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!


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