Tag: teenage years

  • At Least It Wasn’t Pig’s Blood

    The room was sweltering from the heat of blow dryers.  Most of the girls sat on the floor Indian style in front of floor-length mirrors and applied makeup to their freshly bronzed skin.  The amount of perfume in the air could make a person choke.  I was a 16-year-old preparing for my first prom. My…