March 21, 2004
When I think of high school, I think of Luann. I'm not exactly sure why – we moved in entirely different circles all four years. Luann was one of the popular kids: a basketball player, homecoming queen, school president. I was one of the nerds, spending my time with the drama club or hiding out in the library over lunch. But for fifteen minutes a day, when she drove me to school in the mornings of my sophomore year, we were in a little world of our own. For those fifteen minutes the cliques disappeared, and we were merely two people.