Easy to Regret, Harder to Forget

Chapter 18

~you want love that consumes you. You want passion and adventure, and even a little danger. I want you to get everything you're looking for. But for right now, I want you to forget this happened~
3 months later-

I sit on the passenger side of Edmunds car as he jumps in. Today marks 10 years since we finished high school, and we are going to the reunion. Almost everyone-or even everyone-from our senior year will be there, kind of like a school dance too. At the beginning we will meet up in the hall of our old school, the teachers will talk, then the "2nd prom" begins.
Both my mum and dad went here during their 'young days'. The whole drive to the school that holds most of my memories, was filled with both-mine and Edmunds-favourite songs.
The sight of the school gates makes the hair on the back of my neck stick up like a nail digging into my skin.
I don't want to go into depth, so here is why I don't want to be here. My whole schooling life at this school was horrible. Well, 97% of it.
Edmund stops the car and we slowly get out, my long dress sways a little. The dress is black from the top to the middle stomach, and seperate the gradient and beautiful green from the black, is almost like a belt of diamonds. The top half of my hair is up while the bottom half that is running down my back is curled. And because I have straight hair, curled don't stay in long so my mum had to put in hair spray.
My brother walks around to where is an and holds his arm out, I link our arms as we walk towards the gate, other people who were in our senior year are already inside, others are only getting here now. This exact time, 10 years ago, I was walking along this path with both James and Edmund at my sides. James was my date-because we were dating- and Edmund wouldn't leave my side. My mum had taken pictures of me in my knee length black and red dress, it was exactly like the one I'm wearing now, just black and red.
"You ready?" Edmund asks stopping and looking at me sideways before I nod.
"Guess so," I say unsure if I was or not. This all feels so weird. Going to a "2nd prom" when I'm 27 years old. But you know what? At least I get another chance to make this one better than the last.
I stop suddenly at the sound of the music as my foot gently steps onto the door frame on the ground. The memories now shoot at me and I walk in ignoring them all.