“Oh honey, look what we got in the mail,” Barbara said. “It’s an invitation to our twentieth class reunion. Can you believe we graduated from high school twenty years ago? What fun it will be to see all of our old classmates.”
“I pass,” Andy said.
“What do you mean you pass?” Barbara asked. “Don’t you want to go back and see all of our high school friends? It will be so much fun!”
“Not for me,” Andy said. “High school was hell for me. I was a tall, skinny, nerdy guy with thick glasses, braces, and a pimply face. All of those wonderful friends you’re referring to tortured me throughout high school. Why would I want to see them again?”
“But I really want to go,” Barbara said.
“Of course you do,” Andy said. “You were in the popular clique, you were the senior prom queen, and you were the class valedictorian. So you go and have a wonderful time. If anyone asks where I am, tell them I’m sick.”
“Andy,” Barbara said, “I’m no longer a prom queen. I’m no longer in with the in-crowd. I’m an overweight, stay-at-home mother of three teenagers who is married to an internet success story. Nobody at the reunion wants to see me. They all want to see that nerdy, pimple-faced guy with glasses and braces that they tortured but who is now a world famous billionaire worth more than all of them combined.”
“You think?” Andy said.
“I know,” Barbara said. “So let’s go together and you can flip the proverbial bird to all of those assholes who made your life miserable twenty years ago.
Written for the Writing Challenge from Sandman Jazz, where the assignment is: “You have been invited to a school reunion by an old school friend. Are you going? If you are, tell us what happens. If not, why not?