It was my high school formal, right before we finished our time there and moved on to university or work or whatever. They have out awards, most studious, most popular. I won one, biggest grub, the most messy. I got a laugh by walking up to collect the award with a pitcher of cola I was drinking from.
Afterwards she came up to me. She was the class president, the best and brightest. I was just the big guy everyone knew and no one hated, and because of those two apparently equal traits, we had both been chosen to be the student representatives on a school report thing, I'd not paid much attention during the meetings. We weren't friends as such but she was friendly with most people, apparently.
But as a few people were dancing and others were drinking or kissing or both, she asked something of me.
"Why do you play that up? You don't have to act like that."
I gave a noncommittal answer and slinked away, not wanting to get into a debate, but I think about her a lot off and on.
I feel bad that she must live her entire life playing a role.
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