I finished high school with a sigh of relief. I was a noisy cycle of contradictions and complaints. A dribble of quick sentences. A shower of affection and emotion. Drunk on my youth. I was my highs and my lows and everything in between. I wore things, said things and did things with the anticipation …
Yes, No, Maybe?
You're at a party and high school doesn't seem so tough. The night is warm, the people are beautiful and the music is pulsating through your core. You're numb to the taste of vodka now, and the older guys are starting to say hello. Your skirt is even getting a few compliments off of the …
