It wasn't that she was unattractive, but she wore clothes that hid her best features. Sweatshirts that were too big, baggy pants, and exuded an attitu...e that just said 'keep away.'Well, the senior class advisor in high school insisted that everybody had to go to the prom, and if you couldn't find a date, he'd get you one. She hooked up with a fellow-geek of the male persuasion, and got a prom dress and everything, but it wasn't a date. She had to stop hiding her physical beauty, because of the. He was taking his high school sweet heart. They had dated for longer than I can remember. We talked about prom every night for at least two months. Everything from what colors to wear, to what car to take, etc. It was the night before prom when Kyle was showing signs of nervousness.I asked him what was wrong, and after a little prying, he told me he was planning on losing his virginity with his girlfriend on prom night. I thought he had already been having sex with his girlfriend, so I was. More angry than ever before. And powerful.She locks her arms around Margaret and knees her swiftly in the gut.“Guuah!” Marge spits, landing on he stall door.She knees her again and again, then using the yoga flexibility of a near master kicks Marge in the face. Marge gets up in a panic and fumbles for the stall lock. But lightning quick Isobel already has her neck from behind.Thinking to herself: ('Jeeze. Kicking 2 people in the head in one day. This fucking forsaken world. Hopeless.') She. Kept wearing them big old shirts out of habit I guess.We really didn't look alike now that I think about it. Sure we always tried to dress the same way. But looks, no, we were quite different.Ellen is not a blond like me. She has auburn hair with enough natural curl in it that it gets hard to manage on bad weather days.My hair is almost straight. It's thick enough so that it will hold most anyway I fix it. Never has been much of a problem to me. Used to make Ellen so mad when she'd have to work.