Poison Ivy

Thirteen, deemed brilliant...quite attractive, injecting her poison through the blood of countless young boys... boys...calling her home...riding by... boys...craving her time...wanting her... But beyond the intellect, she was insensitive and, at times, brutal. "Dance with me." "No way, you're ugly." "Would you like to go see a movie?" "No, you're not my type." Chased...so she ran as distraught boys with bruised hearts neither forgot nor... forgave.