The Reunion

Chapter 1

It was a Saturday morning, May 6, 2028 to be exact, and I got a notification on my phone. It was from someone on Instagram. A follow request. So I opened it. Samantha Kernal? From high school? What does she want? Her and her group made high school hell for me, and now she's friending me? But I was interested, what did she want from me? So I accepted, and she immediately messaged me.

Samantha: Heyyyy

Me: Hi? How are you

Samantha: I'm good, I'm just letting you know that our high school is having a get together.

Me: Oh?

Samantha: And because you went to high school, you are invited.

Me: Well I guess I'm kinda obligated to go now, when is it?

Samantha: Next month, on the 7th

Me: Ok, I'll come. See you then.

I removed her from following me. I had some private stuff on there that my high school bully should not see. I guess you should know what happened back in high school. In 8th grade, I moved to Scottsdale, Arizona. I originally was part of the popular clique, but I stopped hanging out with them in high school. After that, I had a small group of friends, and was labeled "popular girl gone gay theatre kid" by most. I mean, I did, and still do have a girlfriend, Olivia. She's very sweet when you get to know her. But that's besides the point. Once I graduated, I pursued my dream of doing something with theatre. I was still in college, obviously, but things are going well for the most part. Anyways, I decided I logged into my Snapchat from highschool. Oh my goodness it was awful. The first order of business, change my Bitmoji. Then I checked everyone who I had friended from high school. It turns out they still use the same accounts. Then I saw a friend request. It was from my ex-best-friend from middle school, Madison. Why does she want to talk? She ruined my 7th grade year. I didn't even go to high school with her. She lives in California, where I lived as a younger kid, and I live in Scottsdale. Delete request. Ugh, why can't it be normal now.

I decided to reach out to some people who didn't actually hate me in high school.

Me: Hey Riley, are you going to the high school reunion?

Riley: Oh yeah. A lot of us are. I'm pretty sure most of the class of 22' are going.

Me: Oh, ok. See you there!

Well now I know most people from high school will be there. I wonder what I should wear. Oh well, I have some things to take care of right now. I have no time for distractions.