Reconnection ~ (Scömìche)

Mitch

Ugh.

I awoke to my alarm blaring in my left eardrum, startling me awake. 

9:00

Reluctantly I blinked open my eyes and switched off the obnoxious alarm. I sat up in bed, running my hands through my messy, dark brown fringe to brush it out of my eyes. As I do every morning, I sat on my bed for a while and scrolled through my Instagram feed, checked my messages and tweeted about how hungry I was for grilled salmon. Literally an everyday occurrence.  I noticed I had an email notification. Hmm that's strange. It was on my personal email account, not the one I used to sign up for websites and stuff and no one ever really sent me emails.

Inquisitively, I clicked on the mail app and waited for the message to load. It was from an address that wasn't in my contacts. Hang on a minute, I recognised that name. 

Nicole... 

Oh my gosh, Nicole! One of my high school classmates. We'd gone to school together since like Kindergarten, where we used to shout inappropriate words at the teachers and build forts out of the chairs. We kind of grew apart after high school finished and I hadn't spoken to her in years - pretty much the same as with all my high school friends to be honest. 

I opened up the email.

Hi my fellow ex-classmates,

Hope everyone is doing well, and that I've got all the correct email addresses for everyone on here. Please forward to those I have missed!

Just to let you know, a five-year high school reunion is being held next Saturday at the Olive Garden in Arlington, Texas. The one just opposite our old school! As you all know, we went to school with the now uber-famous Mr Scott Hoying, who has agreed to take time out of his hectic schedule to give a special performance for all of us. It would be great to see as many of you there as possible, as I'm sure we all have a lot to catch up on. Attached are the final details. Please RSVP to this address. 

Regards, 

Nicole 

A high school reunion. Oh my gosh. There was nothing I wanted less at that moment. There I was sat alone in a run down apartment, with barely any friends and a job I hated - and now people wanted to spring a high school reunion on me! My stomach turned thinking about how unexciting and unsuccessful my life had been over the past five years. I dropped out of college to pursue music, but I gave that up after being turned away by multiple record companies. Then I tried my hand at fashion design, but alas, I didn't have the determination for that. So I had to settle for a boring job as a shop assistant. I mean sometimes it was fun, and my coworkers were nice and all - but I was definitely NOT where I pictured myself being five years from leaving high school.  

To put it simply, I was no Scott Hoying. 

My ex classmate was a singer, a really good singer. He had such a powerful voice, and I felt as if his lyrics spoke to me on a personal level. He had impeccable style too, I followed him on Instagram - liking every one of his tour photos and outfit of the day pics. Though I doubt he noticed, seeing as he got thousand of likes everyday. He probably didn't even remember me. He was like an overnight sensation. One minute Scott was just like me, a teenager with a big dream, the next he was a Grammy award winning musical sensation. He had girls pining for him all over America (not that that was something I wanted, the worst thing I ever did was date a female). It was crazy.

Scott and I lost touch pretty quickly after we left school. We both moved away from Texas. I went off to college, and Scott moved to LA to get started on his music career. It's kinda hard to stay best friends with someone when you never get to see them. As Scott got busier and busier, I stopped texting him because I felt like I was getting annoying, and eventually he stopped texting back. That was basically the way it happened with my other friends too. Nicole went to school in London, and my other best friend Kirstin started dating someone and they moved in together. She didn't have time for me anymore. I didn't mind though. People made new friends - they moved on.

I thought about what Kirstin and Nicole were up to now. It was only then that I realised I did actually miss them. I've never found a friend that I could talk to the way I used to with Kirstie. She had been the first person I came out to and I used to trust her with everything. 

Maybe this reunion wouldn't be such a bad thing after all. At least I'd get to see my old friends again, and who cares about the bullies. I hoped they were all in a worse off position than me. At least I had enough money for a house. Last I heard this guy Dave who used to bully me non-stop was in prison now.  You're doing better than him Mitchy, don't you worry. 

I pinged an email back to Nicole.

I'll be there! Can't wait to catch up with everyone - hope you are doing well.

I hoped this was a good idea.