The Centifictionist

The Ragdoll Girls were a force of nature. They dominated high school with their sculpted hair and wild energy.

We all wanted to be Ragdoll Girls. We wanted to dress like them, dance like them. At home we played our Bangles records, dreaming of the Ragdolls’ glitter-filled lives.

We were the ordinary girls. The ones who studied, who came home by curfew. The ones who went to college and chose practical majors.

Now when we hear the Bangles playing, we smile and think of hairspray and bubblegum lip-gloss. We think of tattered lace, safety pins, and the untamed Ragdoll Girls.

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Claudia Wair is a writer from Virginia. Her work has appeared in Tangled Locks, JMWW, The Wondrous Real, Writers Resist, and elsewhere. Read more at claudiawair.com or follow her on Twitter @CWTellsTales.