The Antis

The Antis

“Only or-e-oes do that skiing stuff.” Her name was Vanessa, they called her Nessa, and she was fat and short, and sometimes smelt of bologna. She was the kind of girl who gave everyone ten chances, and if they lost all their chances the consequences, though never realized, were always dire—she threatened with the ironed fist of friendship. And me, with my trips to Colorado, dance classes, and etiquette lessons had already lost the mighty battle. Looking back on it, I might spitefully say she was jealous, but as a small 2nd grader, I knew her as mean.