I entered the ballroom after grabbing my name tag.
I froze after taking two steps inside.
The entrance wall was lined with a long, navy-clad welcoming table.
Behind it was a huge six-foot-tall corkboard covered in old pictures from our senior year.
There were multiple blown-up pictures of me in the center.
I froze after taking two steps inside.
A caption was meticulously written in black marker on each image.
Lunchroom Legend: At fifteen, I was in the middle of a snack at the cafeteria, my braces catching the light.
Most Likely to Break a Treadmill: During gym class, I stumbled.
Our Favorite Tomato: I was bawling behind the bleachers, my red hair on full view, and I had no idea that anyone had seen this moment.
I glanced up at the flag that hung above the board.
And my knees went weak at what I saw there.
I glanced up at the flag that hung above the board.
Greetings once again, 2004 class. ALISON ORGANIZED IT WITH LOVE.
I read her name twice.
My elbow was then violently grasped by a hand, causing bruises.”Oh my God, why are you here?””Alison, what is this?”
I looked over at her.You must go. At this moment. She pulled on my arm and guided me back to the entrance.
I read her name twice.Alison, let go of me.I put my feet down. “I’m not leaving until you explain what’s going on here.”Please.
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