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Winter.
"Rudy! Rudy! Rudy!" No, they weren't chanting for Sean Astin's wannabe football player. They were chanting for Holly Frass, a lean black girl with braids and a heavy brow. No one ever said it was going to be easy, starting high school after doing seven years on one of the most beloved sitcoms of the late 80s and early 90s. In fact, no one ever said anything about it at all... because most child stars wouldn't have done it. Tutors. GEDs. That was the way to go. But for some reason, Holly wanted the real school experience back. And with the money she earned from the show, her Father was able to finally pursue a life of dance without worrying about a mortgage. And Holly? Holly could pursue of life of... normalcy. Or so she thought.

Las Vegas didn't have winters life New York did. There was hardly any snow, and hardly a need for a coat most of the time. She missed the cold, the jackets, the kindness of strangers. In New York City, when you're a little kid people are nice to you. Once you develop breasts and are no longer employed? It's all fair game. "Yo Rudy, you got Mr. Huxtable's number? My girlfriend's pregnant. I want him to deliver the baby."

She couldn't even address it all, really. How do you lash back at an insult that wasn't even insulting? Instead Holly just rolled her eyes and nodded, pushing through the hallways to her locker where someone had already pasted a magazine clipping of The Cosby Show finale. "Don't worry. By the time winter's over they'll have moved on to somebody else," said a girl two lockers over, looking apologetic. Holly couldn't help but raise a brow. "How the hell can you tell when winter's over? All the seasons look the same here."

The girl laughed. "I'm Tanya, by the way. I really liked the show."