• "I now introduce the class of 2007, Sandra Adams, Eric Ahrens, James Allen..."
    A young girl, about 5" 3', blue eyes, dark blonde hair, leaned against the fence of the football field looking out onto the green grassy field watching everyone as they went to pick up their diploma followed by a hand shake from the principal.

    Freshman year was over, and surprisingly not as hard as she thought it would be. She made more friends; got good grades and finished one out of the two years of PE she had to take. In her mind all and all it was a good year...

    "GO ERIC!" her friend yelled from beside her nudging her to pay attention, "Come on space cadet, he is almost off the stage!"

    "Huh?," Yuffie said dumb founded at what her friend said being lost in her own little world of thoughts. "Oh sorry Carly..."

    Her friend just continued talking while watching as Eric sat down after getting his diploma. “Star football player, went to state four times won three. Now that man is fine.... I wish he wasn't a senior. I'll miss having him as a boyfriend... and doing other stuff with him..., "she finished turning to look at Yuffie with a smirk.

    Yuffie picked up on what Carly was suggesting and her jaw dropped a little, not expecting to hear that. She shook her head and replied simply, "You are so bad... "

    Yuffie was "popular," one of the few people freshman and seniors approved of and wanted to date. For senior boys, popular and "easy" was a good mix. She wasn't like them completely, Yuffie had no desire to sleep around, but she did drink. Least she didn't have asix hundered dollar Louis Vuilton bag, and matching LV shoes.
    She was like them in some respects. Yuffie was young, pretty and confident about herself, and her family was rich, something that always helps a person’s popularity.