I never thought the girl who made my high school years miserable would one day ask me for help. But when I met her years later, I knew that moment would change both of our lives.
I’m 34. And if someone had told my teenage self that I’d ever see Lydia again, I would’ve laughed right in their face.
Back then, Lydia ruled our high school like a queen.
She had perfect hair. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Teachers adored her. Boys followed her around as if she were the only girl in the building. And the group of girls who stood beside her laughed at everything she said.
