There was a girl in our high school who wasn't a girl. She was a woman. She wore red lips and heels. She swayed when she walked. Watching her was like being on a small boat at sea. Everyone had their own fantasies about her but you couldn't share them, it was too emotional. You couldn't even say her name because everyone knew everything. If you pictured her naked you'd be arrested and hospitalized, but we did anyway. I thought about her years after and mostly felt bad for the teachers. She was not of this world and maybe she knew it.