To this day, I’ve no actual memory as to how my name had been brought to the attention of the social club, whose membership had voted to include me within the inner sanctum of their teenaged lives. As Debbie was in the club, I surmise that my sweet new friend had introduced my name to the charter members.
All I know for certain is that my utterly unexpected inclusion within this select group of girls whisked me off of the deserted island (upon which I’d been cast and abandoned at the vulnerable age of twelve following the disastrous experience of my first kiss in 6th grade), and thus, having been spun from social isolation into the midst of a bevy of girlfriends, did I land—feeling flummoxed beyond belief—on my feet with my monthly calendar filled with social activities that would stimulate the spirit of any fourteen year old former wall flower to sport a perpetually surprised smile based upon wondering how I’d been so fortunate as to have been amongst those chosen, considering that my freshman class had been composed of more than 900 kids, many of whom had likely been as socially clueless, during our first year of high school, as had been true of me ... and yet, having been amongst those selected while my home life continued to be lovingly stable offered me reason to accept this literally overnight change for the better, so that anyone looking at the surface of both sides of my life would have thought that social security must have been mine since emotional mine fields, laced with traumatized insecurities, could not be seen awaiting a hair trigger eruption, deep within my psyche ...
👩🏻Annie
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