The Anointing
Once, a makeup loaded, friend toting, guy hoarding cheerleader,
invited me, a plain faced, miniskirt-less, boyfriend searching
loser to her home for a sleepover. Of course, I accepted
her invitation. My legs didn't dance with anticipation,
I didn't cartwheel across the lawn with excitement, I just figured
everyone deserves a chance. When she found out my brother,
Jack, was the lead singer in the band that won all the battles,
she started to cry and the next thing I know she's rubbing
my feet with olive oil and her mother's Chanel No. 5.
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