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Reunion
I don't want to go, maybe I will just go for a minute and say hi to the people I knew. What are you supposed to do when you promised yourself that you were not going to become the everyday person after high school and you become it anyway. How can I go back and see everybody I knew, when they all have a beautiful lives and you are just the girl that shows up to work everyday and comes back home to a dog named scruffy. The person I don't want to face is Chris,my first love and know a big time baseball star.
Going against my better judgement I go anyway thinking what are the chances that everybody I knew turned out to have glamorous lives. I walk into the same school doors I had walked into just ten short years before this. I immediately noticed Aria, GG and Brittney. I walk over and before I even get one word out I hear the kid from the corner say "Here Comes Chris"! I turn around and see the guy I fell in love with just ten years ago. Trying to ignore him with all my might I can't help it. I go to see him and to my surprise he knows who I am. We say our hellos and then part ways, never to see each other again. As I turn around to leave through the door I feel a hot breath over my shoulder and then a hand, a hand I would recognize anywhere the hand that had touched me so that I wouldn't leave him just ten years ago.

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