She ruled the streets of New York City and the hallways of Roosevelt High with nothing but a knowing look and the sway of her hips. To the unknowing, she was just another teenage girl. But to those who knew better, she was the face of the future.
Her name was Lisa Addams, but she was better known as Mona Lisa for her love of fashion and art. As beautiful as she was intelligent, it honestly seemed as though that girl could do anything she put her mind to it.
President of the student body and art fanatic, she graced each student with her presence in a way that could make anyone hate to love her. She had no time for wasted moments and spat on small talk. How could anyone put up with that when there's so much to do?
She was the image of true beauty, an image that life would never fall apart as long as someone as strong, powerful, and devious as her continued their unspoken rule over the land. But even Rome fell eventually.
It was hard to image the hallways without Lisa strutting down the middle like she was on a runway, pencils and paint brushes tucked neatly into her pony tail and a serious look painted on her face. It was hard to picture the teenagers of Roosevelt High not forming her name on the tip of her lips or imaging her name written on posters for not just student council but prom as well.
It was as though her reign would never end and Lisa would continue living on even if she did graduate and went on to bigger and better things. She would forever be Mona Lisa, the girl we all thought would never have the grace to leave us all behind.
But we were wrong. We were all wrong.