They strut with their skinny asses and skanky clothes down the malls when you were too busy pouring over your books and meticulously counting numbers so that the A's will be in your hands. Sometimes you come across pictures of them with boys (entirely too close) getting drunk in clubs or some party where their rosy pink cheeks (thanks to the alcohol) and beautifully startling features still stand out amidst the drunken stupor and lost decencies. In school, they have the best stories to tell - escapades, adventures, dirty jokes, jokes, latest trends and boyfriend problems - and we, the nerdy lifeless ones stare listlessly, half listening to their droning, half wishing we were that brazen or gutsy. Sometimes i wish i had the courage to go up to the guy i like and ask if he would like to go out with me, like what those girls would do - just for kicks. But now i look back, and laugh at the silliness, at the impermanency. So what if those girls were the life of the party or did things nobody else was doing - smoking, drinking, flings - all of that come down to nothing now, they are dust, ashes, on a hill of forgotten life, in an abandoned chapter. We have all move on. And for the rest of us, so called nerds in high school, we are still moving on, still pouring over books and stuffs like that with a purpose, a dream, a vision - but those popular girls? Where are they now?