A Beautiful Nerd

Remember that girl in grade 6 who’s head you used to pound with chalkbrush erasers?

The one with the funny name whose lunch smelled.

The geek who would sit alone in the corner of the cafeteria, eating fried bologna and chocolate milk; stopping every now and then to peer nervously over her thick Coca-Cola bottle eyeglasses as if on constant alert for any incoming spitballs?

Remember her?

You flung mud at her once and poisoned her goldfish that she brought in for ‘Pet Day’–then laughed when she tried to revive it with mouth-to-mouth.

That’s how she got the name Fishlips.

Ah, that nerdy girl…even if you don’t remember her, she remembers you.