I acquired new friends in junior high school, and one, Daphne, was very popular. Daphne was particularly popular with boys. I wanted to be as friendly and popular as Daphne. Daphne was pretty but not beautiful, and not the brightest bulb in the chandelier. She had a friendly personality but was most popular for being fast and loose. Daphne was a wild child, which was why boys liked her. I wanted her friendship because I wanted to be popular too. But I was unaware of my motive at the time, I would figure that out later.
It is important to remember that during the mid-fifties for a girl to qualify as a wild child all you had to do was kiss and allow touching in inappropriate areas. Drugs were not around yet and most girls were searching for husbands, so any wildness was usually kept in the closet. If you lost your virginity to a boy it miraculously returned for the next boy. Every girl was a virgin, no matter how experienced.
We were still young, just 13. Daphne was an only child and her parents spoiled her. She could have anything her little 13 year old heart desired. So she had parties. Parties with boys, rock 'n roll and spin the bottle. There were girls and boys making out in all corners of the room, including Daphne. Daphne's mother, who was the chaperon, was usually in the kitchen, nursing a drink. I know Daphne had a father, but I never saw him.
I was a little lost in this environment. I played spin the bottle and when the bottle pointed at me most boys were very disappointed because I was considered "too square". But sometimes, there'd be a boy who was on my own level, and you could read the relief on his face when he only had to kiss me, because he knew all he was going to get was a little peck.
Daphne didn't have girl friends, most girls hated her, so she was glad to have me around. We didn't share "girl talk", we just talked about Daphne and the boys she liked. I would follow Daphne around like her little personal slave, doing what she wanted and saying what she wanted to hear.
The friendship finally ended when my Mother bought me an expensive jacket I had begged for. I loved that jacket, but shortly after I received it, it disappeared. My Mother was certain Daphne had stolen it, and since Daphne had been with me when it disappeared, my Mother was probably correct. My friendship with Daphne ended because my Mother forbid me from playing with her anymore. I don't think Daphne wanted the friendship to end. She kept trying to spark the friendship flames and get me to come to her house. But I had no problems moving on with my life.