Thoughts on Christabel and Geraldine

Back in high school I was that misunderstood kid who wandered graveyards and wore the long, dark skirts and combat boots.My idea of a hairstyle was washing my hair in the morning and leaving it to freeze during the twenty blockwalk to school. Almost every morning Iarrived inhomeroom with my blackhairfrozen solid. “The ice queen has arrived,” would chime my teacher. Fantastic. Lucky for me, I had a like-minded friend, R., who was just as freakish. We were young, we were outcasts, we were goths...