It was so curious how she was always her weirdo self, yet was pretty popular in the Goth crowd. It reminded me of school â€“ I had to study for hours to get an A on a test, while my friends would barely study and ace it. I mean, for fuckâ€™s sake, I practiced my serious face for hours in the mirror only to be dragged around the club by Bill the Cat.
I sought out the wrong crowd like a heat-seeking missile. Once I hit Christie, I exploded.