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... so as i walked up onto the steps to go to the podium all eyes were on me. a sea of dark colors. dark green. dark blue. dark brown. dark grey. and for once in my life i think i can say dark, the darkest of black. and behind me all forrest green gowns, and black hats, and golden tels coming from the corners of all of them. and a couple of rows back, in the middle was sandy davis, the fat girl that never talked, never said a word. the same sandy that had dropped 50 pounds the summer before junior year, the same sandy that might as well have been invisible to the world. and now she was smiling. right there at the front was olivia anderson, who’d had a reputation for giving head scince well, as long as i knew what that meant. she school , and she too, looked radiant. and not the kind of "i can pull anybody" radiant, the fact that she knew she could start over again, and she too, was smiling. everybody was smiling, everybody knew who they were.