Short Story
LHS Class of 01 The Reunion
Joan stared at the glossy invitation that had arrived two weeks earlier, feeling a familiar flutter in her chest that she hadn’t experienced since senior year. The high school reunion, scheduled for a balmy Saturday night at the old gymnasium-turned-event hall, promised more than just food and music; it promised a reunion of three lifelong friends whose paths had diverged after graduation. As she imagined Emily’s bright laugh and Megan’s quick wit, Joan could almost hear the echo of their hallway jokes reverberating through the corridors of memory. “It’s going to be like stepping back in time,” she whispered to herself while scrolling through old yearbook photos, each snapshot a reminder of late‑night study sessions, prom night drama, and the countless times they had leaned on one another for support. The excitement was palpable, a mix of nostalgia and anticipation that made her heart race a little faster each time she imagined the moment the three of them would finally stand together again under the soft glow of the reunion lights.
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