Female in Motion

I was a senior in high school...had the world by the tail. Good grades, scholarships to college, and a cute boyfriend, were all mine. I was happy, and looking forward to a bright future. All I needed was a dress for the Homecoming Dance. The Homecoming game was a Friday night staple. Derby was, and still is, a football town. Everyone goes to the game. I made my way up the endless concession line, while my boyfriend held our seats. With Cokes in hand, I found our seats had been taken by others and the boyfriend was nowhere in sight. I found him later, sucking face behind the bleachers with a sleazy blonde sophomore. After a brief "discussion," I discontinued my association with that boy and walked briskly home. "Mom, I'm not going to the dance," I announced when coming in the door. "After all the money we spent, you're going," she warned, as she called the boy's mother. Twenty-four hours later, he arrived at my door, looking terribly...