April 19, 2012
In middle school, a group of girls found great pleasure in picking on a kind of frumpy, plain, quiet girl I'll just call "D". After gym class, they'd hide her clothes when she was in the shower; another time they tricked her into smoking "pot" that was oregano, hoping she would pretend she was high (she did) so they'd know she was trying to be "cool"; and other stuff that was just as stupid. I never participated. She crashed our 10-year high school reunion. She wore jeans and motorcycle boots (she rode one to the cheesy venue) and came right up to me. "I came just for you," she said. "I was hoping you'd be here. You were the one person who never picked on me in school, and I want to thank you." I still get chills thinking about it.