Fantasies

September to June flew by, and the summer was also over in the blink of an eye. Then, two months into my eleventh year of high school, Tara re-entered my small world with a confident stride. Her wardrobe, her posture, her aura — beneath a new coat of paint was the headstrong girl I had met on the night of the football game. She stayed by my side for the rest of the year, writing me notes and trading solutions for practice questions. The grumbling of her seat’s original occupant fell on deaf ears. After some back-and-forth, he moved to another spot for the rest of the year. He, and the rest of the school, quickly learned that it was pointless to oppose the new Tara Robles. Once she chose a place for herself, there she stayed as she pleased.