Top row, third from the right.
Curls and that dreaded school dress which was threadbare at the end of my high school years.
I owned one dress, refused to let my mother buy another, lest she spend money on an institution that I abhored.
Does anyone actually have an enjoyable puberty?
The girl with the flower on her head was my best friend,
but one of those that you need to keep your back to the wall with.
We don't have much contact anymore, which is good.
I simply skipped school for probably half of my matric year, unable to muster the energy to show up.
My parents - bless them - were in full support, being outsiders too.
Got into university anyway.
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