I Found Out About Our 20-Year High School Reunion from an Old Friend Because Nobody Had Bothered to Invite Me – But the Moment I Walked Through Those Doors, I Realized Why
“No.”
A small group near the bar had noticed us by now.
I recognized Mark, the kid who used to throw paper balls at the back of my head in homeroom. He looked older, softer.
“Your name is on the banner, organizer.”
He squinted at me, then grinned.
“Wait. Is that you, Simone?”
I nodded.
“Holy cow. You look incredible. I didn’t even know you were coming.”
“I wasn’t meant to. Alison didn’t invite me, right, Alison?”
Alison’s face turned as red as my hair.
“I didn’t even know you were coming.”
Alison’s grip on my arm loosened just slightly.
“What is the meaning of this?” I gestured at the memory board. “You stood up for me back then, so why would you make a joke of me now? Where did you even get those photos?”
“I had them,” she whispered. “From back then.”
