Simply Mary

Mary was the most perfect girl from Berkeley highs. I used to know people who would not agree with me, but it was mainly because she had either embarrassed them in front of the entire student body council or charged expensive clothes on their parents’ credit cards. Albeit no matter what she did she was perfect in my eyes.

Mary had beautiful brown hair but she died it Blonde so she could look like a whore, but not too much. It was common for popular girls to look slightly sluttish. As Much as I wished I had hated her during those teen years, I guess I couldn’t because there was nothing to hate. There were days she acted like an angel and others like the devil, but the act had gotten old in our final years of school together. Teachers had developed a way to see right through her, and it was quite simple: They began ignoring her! But how could I ignore the girl I loved so much hanging out with?

I realise now how lucky I was back then. Falling in Mary’s good Grace was not very common. I wonder if there was something special about me… Probably not. Having brute force close by was smart just in case something went wrong.

If this happened today she would had become queen of the prom dance, ruler of her neighbourhood, and one day - the country. Mary had always known how to get what she wanted when she wanted, and this is a special trait. She had never been spoiled by her parents; on the contrary, she was the least important of daughters. Her parents had experienced the most violent of divorces and Mary was part of the collateral damage. Growing under a shattered family had changed her forever.

I wonder if it was moments we were alone and she would open up to me. Or the kind words she whispered when I was a little sad. Maybe it was the rough words when I was pestering her or the parties I wasn’t invited too. No matter what it was there was something about Mary…