The bubbly girl with the polka-dot bag.
That’s how I’ll always remember her, at least. Prancing around campus, with that year round spring in her step. Oh, that Brittany Arbuckle, coming into class a few minutes late again, with a big coffee stain on her t-shirt, which of course happened during one of the fifty high-fives she distributed between her dorm and Old Testament with Mr. Smith. I remember that Brittany Arbuckle very well; she’s talking real fast, and we’re trying to keep up, because boy, she’s got it, whatever it is, and we all want it.
Brittany Arbuckle– I wonder how many boys promised their friends they’d marry you? But alas, [...]