When I got the invite for my high school reunion, my first instinct was revulsion.

I didn't want to go to some stupid party three hours away, just to pretend that I cared about

people I hadn't talked to in over 20 years. I started to mull over some of the lost connections

from days gone by, friends that had never kept in contact, old flames that could be rekindled,

maybe a reunion wouldn't be so bad. One of my senior year crushes had sent the invite in the

first place. Becca, did that mean that she still had feelings for me? It's not like she could have

found me on social media. I don't use Facebook, Instagram or any social media. Just don't have

the time for it. So then I wondered, how had she found me? At the bottom of the invite was a phone

number, so I decided to be a little brave and give her a call. You've reached Becca, leave a

message at the beep. Her same cheerful voice said over the recording. Hey, Becca, sorry if this

is so out of the blue calling you like this. I just got your invite for the reunion and had a

couple of questions. Give me a call back. Oh, this is Sam by the way. I said hurrying to make a

short message. I was always a bit of a rambler and I didn't want her to think I was nervous.

For all I knew, she was married now with kids. I didn't want to get my hopes up for nothing.

As my thoughts wandered for a few minutes, she called back. Sam, so glad you called. I was

beginning to think I would have to do all of this solo. She said, hey, hi, how are you? I asked,

glossing over everything she had just said and trying to sound casual. I'm a lot better now that

you've contacted me. I hope you can tell me about the venue, the catering. Will we have a DJ?

I'm super excited. Wait, slow down. What are you talking about? I asked.

The reunion, silly. That's why I contacted you directly after I got that email.

I figured that you didn't really know how to set this up without my help,

especially with that horrid website you wanted everyone to join. Becca told me.

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