I went to my 20 year out of curiousity of how the people I remembered were looking. It was amazing, not much change at all.
Skinny folks were still skinny, jocks still strutted. I was still ignored. I went home and cried, I had remembered it as being better.
I skipped the 30 year, I am still curious, there is one girl I have known since I was 4 that is nice to me. She still has the scar across her eyebrow where I accidentally hit her with a baseball bat when I was 5. We were over an hour late to school once in the first grade when the pussywillows came out. They spanked us both.
But the reunion itself is too painful.
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