I Found Out About Our 20-Year High School Reunion from an Old Friend Because Nobody Had Bothered to Invite Me – But the Moment I Walked Through Those Doors, I Realized Why

WELCOME BACK, CLASS OF 2004. ORGANIZED WITH LOVE BY ALISON.

I read her name twice.

Then a hand grabbed my elbow hard enough to bruise.

“Oh my God, what are you doing here?”

“What is this, Alison?” I turned to face her.

“You need to leave. Right now.” She tugged at my arm, steering me back toward the doors.

I read her name twice.

“Let go of me, Alison.” I planted my feet. “I’m not leaving until you explain what’s going on here.”

“Please. I’m begging you. This is not the place for you.”

“Not the place for me,” I repeated. “Funny. My face is the centerpiece.”

Her eyes flicked toward the board and back to me, lightning fast. “That’s not what you think it is.”

“Then explain it.”

“It’s nostalgia. It’s a joke. Nobody means anything by it.”

“Funny. My face is the centerpiece.”