I thought it would be best to get her away before the local cop cruised through and found her staggering around drunk. I left the Palace and we drove ... while. I kept glancing at her but I couldn't tell if she was conscious or not."What's up with you?" I asked her. "You're pretty, you get decent grades. Why do you court trouble this way?" Denny, boy, you have no idea," she gasped as she was hurriedly rolling the window down. I was afraid at first she was about to paint the side of the car with. I could easily have killed him by hand or decree, but I did not. I did not really want to hurt myself. I was in enough pain. I soon saw that I was with child. I grieved anew that I found no joy in it. I felt the child move within me and knew her to be a girl and I felt nothing. I was alone with my visions. When she was born, I gave her to my priestesses. I needed no more images to cause me pain. ‘What are we to call her,’ a priestess asked. I told them ‘Ishtar’ the Atlantean word for child. I. "Is something wrong Marcie?" She reached out and touched the girl's hand softly. Marcie replied, "Oh no, not really. I'm not used to compliments I guess. No one's every told me they liked anything about my body. I always thought I was fat." She looked up and smiled sweetly at Rose. "I always thought you had the perfect body." Rose thought a moment, then said, "Isn't it weird how we both hate our own bodies?" Marcie replied, "yeah, kinda, but I think it's pretty normal for girls to hate their. I watched the others get introduced as well as the coronation. I watched Cecily pass down her crown to “The Duchess”, of whom I was crazy about for years. She and her brother won Homecoming to my mild surprise.After the ceremony was over, myself and Kendra would go our separate ways until the next night.As for Jasmine and myself...In fact, we go back years. I can think of one of the first times I saw her. We actually grew up together. (But that's beside the point.)However, one year ago… I was.