The Maia and Ross Diaries 2

C12 - Home

A high school reunion is like the first day of high school itself. You have to pick the right outfit, and play the part of some one important; acting like you liked your classmates way-back-when, when you really couldn't stand there faces. But what I really mean is you have to come back and show them you did something with your life. I mean besides writing a book.

And as Santana said before I left, "High school is like a zit. A big annoying, Rachel Berry zit."

For as long as I could remember being a 'Jacksonville Loser' was a bad thing. But the past few months... taught me something that Ross and Unison high hadn't taught me in a while. That being a loser is just fine, especially when you're more than that... So basically I'm going into war.

Well, it's my time to go back to this reunion, bright eyed and mighty and show them something. Jacksonville is my home, and the fact that I wasn't stuck there proves that I made something of myself; No matter who believed me or not.

It was weird that Peyton wanted to come, but the reunion was on a weekend. She and I had been staying in a hotel when we flew into Jacksonville, and it was five stars, so that's probably another reason... Peyton has always wanted to come to Jacksonville and the last time she did come it was for my dad. Now she would be seeing where I went to school. I remember... All the fights and drama held in this town... It would be an understatement to call it my past.

"Here," Peyton said showing me a bottled product as we we're getting ready to sleep.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Don't you want to look hot on your magic appearance back to Unison?" Peyton has been extremely unlike herself lately. She picked out an entire outfit for me to wear to this thing tomorrow and told me what make up I should bring along. And not only that, she has stopped inviting Brooke over which is unusual...

Being an adult and a mother was getting harder and harder every day. But I happily put her product in my hair before I went to sleep.

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When I woke up to find my hair blonde, my whole mood changed from optimistic to where I could kill someone. "PEYTON!" I kept blinking when I turned to the mirror. "Wha--" I muttered. What...Why? Why before my high school reunion!! Before I could react and yell out Peyton's name again I heard her voice from behind say, "Your welcome."

High School Reunion

I knew I saved my school for a reason. So I could have this feeling again. It had been crowds of people everywhere, and red balloons hanging around the fountain that stayed in the center of the school. And most importantly the steps.

It's nice to see the popular people living ordinary lives when they are scattered around on the old "steps" that was our battle field in popularity. Now they're just stairs. Now, the Student Body President runs a small eldercare facility, (scratch that; she has her own show called Austin and Ally) the Homecoming Queen works part-time in the Post Office, and the athletic star lives in a rehab center somewhere in the Midwest. The worthless class clown, however, probably flew to the reunion in a private jet. Just saying, it always happens.

And I kind of wish I came here, as the girl holding Ross' hands, happy. But it wasn't that way anymore. I came here strong, with my daughter instead. When high school was such a competition back then I had been what every girl wanted to be, and the steps was where most of us ate lunch and is where the other girls could admire me. From a distance; if they came close, I would verbally abuse them... And I wasn't proud of that me. I'm just glad I wasn't like that for my senior year. Then it passed on to Dana, then Allie, then Shay, then Laura, and now it's some other girl. The term around here was Queen Bee. And I get to remember all of this with blonde hair.