Best-looking in the class

Who was she?

A girl I used to know. We were at school together.

You fancied her?

We all did. She was the best looking in the class.

What was she like?

Brainy, mostly, and quite disrespectful of us. The others said she was a goodie two shoes… teacher’s pet, but I don’t think so. I think that’s just the way it was. She was a girl, you know, in a class mainly of boys. The last year she went abroad.

Where?

To visit relatives in England. - Funny, I remember she was going to London to the wax museum, Tower Records. Everyone in the class was jealous.

And were you jealous?

I didn’t see her for a year. She never wrote me a postcard.

You weren’t friends then?

Listen, it’s boys and girls. You never mix, just look at each other across the classroom.

There weren’t other reasons.

No other reason. Things were different then.

Meaning.

There were no troubles, just normal things.