
~Alex~
Dear Mr. Whitman,
As a class of 1995 alumni member you are invited to our ten year high school reunion....
Re-reading the letter again I sigh. I'm going to this again why? I turn my head and then pick up a picture on my night stand. Right, Michael and Liz. I can't believe I managed to loose contact with them after we promised that we'd stay in contact. I don't even know if they're going tonight.
I can't believe it's been ten years. I know I'm going to feel my age thinking this but it feels just like yesterday I was waving my graduation cap. It's weird.
"Alex are you ready yet?" My mum calls.
"Yeah I'll be down in a mintue, Mum." I yell down the stairs. Yep defently feels like yesterday. I fiddle with my tie and adjust my glasses. Well this is about as good as I'll ever get.
The car rides silent, dad's taking me because I don't own a car for the simple reason you don't own cars in New York. As I walk up to the school hall (nothing seems to have changed) I take a deep breath.
"Well this is it" I murmer to myself, heading into the door. It doesn't seem to be that many people in yet but I head to the food area- the one place I normally seem to end up going at parties. At least it might help to get some conversation going.
Well... maybe.