Can you imagine her as a senior in high school? She'd be one of those skinny legged bitches coming on to the second line of the wrestling team, trying to get some glory, 'cause she'd be too dumb to work. Destined for a life at the drive through, married to Chet, cashier at the Minute Lube. A soiled brat on her hip one year older than her marriage to Chet.
Actually, she'd probably be valedictorian, 'cause she'd had to work to get out of the Ghetto & realized the value of it.