I was out at this Walgreens getting diapers and heard someone calling my name. I looked around and seen this thing that was like " NAME...you NAME right? ...I was like "yea"...then i took another hard look and was like "Kelly!". Its been a number of years since I seen her but some of her features still remain. This bytch had sores all over her face, dusty ass clothes and she skinny as fukk. So she ran up to me and gave me this tight ass hug but I was leaning back so as to not touch them sores on her face. I was with my fiance at the time and she was like "who this bytch now?" look on her face. This chic used to be one of the baddest underclassmen back in the day. If you had to guess which disease she had by looking at her it would be AIDS or she a crackhead. BTW, I never fukked. She only had a crush on me in high school, buying me shyt etc and we spoke on the phone, thats it. . Last time I saw her it was while driving and saw this fine big booty bytch with flowing real hair walking down the block and was like , even told my boys from high school I seen "Kelly" the other day and them nikkas was like "you shoulda hit that". Damn shame what can happen to fly bytches after HS.