You know, she was a little beast back in the days. One time our 6th grade class went on a field trip. Ardelle's mom drove one of the cars, and my best friend Julie was placed with her group. Ardelle and her snotty little friends snubbed Julie, and verbally protested at the thought of her riding with them.
I found Ardelle on Myspace a year ago. Just for kicks I added her as a friend. She told me how she was studying to be a therapist. I told her my mom was one. I even sent her out to meet with my mother so she could get some insight on the career path. After their meeting was over my mom called me. I have never heard her sound so enchanted, yet, so sad. Ardelle's beauty truly swept my mom away, but Ardelle must have confided in my mom, as well. I don't know what exactly was said, but I know based on how it effected my mother that I no longer have any reason to feel jealous of Ardelle. I am thankful that I am not her...that I did not suffer through the life she suffered through. Her family, her friends... I'm thankful that I didn't make the poor choices in life that she made.
Was high school a dream? I don't know if anything I thought or felt back then was based in reality. It was a world full of fake devotion, fake friends and selfishness. Ardelle matters to me now...my “friends” from back then, however, sadly do not.
So were you hate worthy in high school? Probably not. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't have hated you. I'm sure you were somebody's Ardelle, and so, perhaps, was I.