“You-you’re… here.”
I took my name tag and walked into the ballroom.
I took two steps inside and froze.
A long welcome table stretched along the entrance wall, draped in navy cloth.
Behind it stood a massive corkboard, easily six feet tall, plastered with old photographs from our senior year.
Right in the middle were several blown-up photos of me.
I took two steps inside and froze.
Each picture had a caption written in careful black marker.
Lunchroom Legend: There I was at fifteen, mid-bite at the cafeteria, my braces catching the flash.
Most Likely to Break a Treadmill: There I was tripping in gym class.
Our Favorite Tomato: There I was crying behind the bleachers, red hair on display, a moment I never knew anyone had captured.
I looked up at the banner stretched above the board.
And what I saw there made my knees go weak.
I looked up at the banner stretched above the board.
