Curl By The Fire

Mama Mia

Now many might think that a class reunion is a joyous affair to all but let me tell you, it stinks if you were in Mia Hills's place. She had almost none of those high school memories except the bad kind. Having had teenage years filled with bad skin, braces, glasses and all those stuff you read of only in books while describing the typical bullied kid, Mia had to suffer the most for that which was never told of in books- being a self-confident unique person.

She was never timid nor shy and never suffered from the behavioural traits of the typical nerd. She tried to make friends at high school but all her attempts, except of course the last one, had failed brilliantly. To add fuel to fire, she was a newbie from another country. She had to work hard to get socially recognizable, even if it was as the goofy nerd who was so weird she didn't even try to befriend the popular kids. Considering that it was those popular kids who had bullied her and hurt her multiple times, I wouldn't blame but praise her.

Those kids who had betrayed your trust by pretending to be your friends and then abandoning her after she had provided enough gossip fuel for their use, who in their right mind would go after them for a second hit? Evidently, everyone by the way people behaved towards her.

But she had found some friends, who were almost family, who helped her brave through the war-field of high school. The tides of time had swept the four friends into different places but once or twice a year, Mia would call them and talk to them. But never would they talk about their classmates, just as you avoid talking about past wars. Mia's friends knew her well enough to avoid the explosive topic.

Looking back at the piece of paper which gave her such a shock, Mia was tempted to call her mother and blubber like a baby that she did not want to go. She knew that if anyone in her family found the invitation in the month that remained to the event, they would pressure her to go. Normally, this wouldn't matter but from the time when Beck left her, her parents had obtained a duplicate key for her apartment to use in cases of emergency.

Even though their definition of emergency involved coming in every alternate day to check if she was keeping her apartment clean and herself healthy. She knew that her parents would eventually find out about the invite and make her go anyway, so she sighed and dialled her mother's number.

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Mama, it's Mia.

I know, dear. We have caller ID.

Oh, right. I needed to tell you something......

OK, go on.

Alright, um, you know I was in high school some years back, right?

Well, yes, you kinda had to go through it to get to the job you're doing now. But it has been, like, 10 years since that. What about it?

Um, yeah. 10 years...would you look at that? You both must be so proud.

We really are proud of you, dear. But I have a limited amount of time here, so could you tell me what this is about? And fast?

Yeah, ok, here it comes. Igottheinvitetomyhighschoolreunionrightnow. What will I do, Ma?

Huh? I couldn't understand what you said your problem was, dear. Could you tell it clearly?

I Got The Invite To My Freaking Arse-Scratching High School Reunion. What'll I do?

Well, then. Firstly, you could start off with saying more dignified words. Then, you could call some of your friends and ask them about going as a group or something. I know, you know, they know that you hated that class. But you might have loads of fun. Meeting up with old frenemies sometimes makes me happy.

Yeah, when you see that they have got fat from the 4 children they birthed and is hanging onto them at different places. That is maybe those times you come home with sweets for us, the two good independent children you have. Thanks, Mom's frenemy.

Don't take that attitude with me, Mia. Maybe what you said is the case but it could also be that your classmates have matured and realised their mistakes. Hearing a heartfelt sorry might be nice, wouldn't it?

I guess.

Good, now return your confirmation, eat your dinner, brush your teeth, and go to sleep. Don't you go and watch TV for the rest of the night, alright?

Yes, Ma.

That's my girl. Good night, darling.

Good night and sweet dreams, Ma.

See you tomorrow.

OK.

I love you.

Love you too, Ma. Now stop tearing up and put down the damn phone, lady.

-CLICK-

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