The first was that her gifts didn’t end in the classroom, but carried onto the volleyball court, getting her onto the Varsity team and making her one of the most valuable players her freshman year! The second was her body, which filled out and developed as high school carried on, being sculpted well by hours of volleyball practice. The third thing was her parents, both of whom got major promotions and massive raises at their jobs, and a hefty inheritance from a deceased distant uncle, moving them into a new house and truck loads of cash. This allowed her to go from dowdy hand me downs to stylish clothing she actually wanted, and being a natural fan of fashion she wore outfits that were expensive, trend setting and fashionable, but never ever slutty (Except on Halloween , which we think she secretly relished). The fourth and biggest thing was, of course, her hair. As her hair grew longer, silkier, and shinier with each passing month, her confidence seemed to grow with it. By senior year she too had reached her full potential with a lush mane of straight chocolate brown silk that spilled down her back beautifully and ended at the narrow of her waist.
Finally there was me, the blond of the group, and also the unofficial “queen" of our little hair group. When I joined the group my freshman year I had been incredibly self-conscious of my very pale complexion, being called mean names like “Casper" or “Ghost" for most of my childhood. What set me apart at the time of our agreement though was actually my hair. At the time I had the longest hair of us all, it was a very, very light blond, almost silver color, falling to my shoulder blades in a thick, poker straight lovely fall of shining silk which complimented my light blue eyes. As high school progressed however, my pale complexion began to even out ever so slightly with soccer practice. My body developed curves through high school as well, and of course I grew my hair out along with the rest of my best friends.
