Five years. I told myself that couldn't be accurate, but alas it was. I looked down at the folded piece of paper that held the invitation to my fifth high school reunion and sighed. High school, what a time. There's no real way to describe the ups and downs of my high school years. Do you want to know why? Because there are no ups, only downs, and I prefer not to think about them. So that meant that I definitely shouldn't go. Why on earth would I want to bring back all those memories when I'd just spent five years trying to repress them? I was pretty sure I'd have plans on the day of the reunion anyway. Just out of curiosity, I went over to check the calendar stapled to my apartment wall. April 30th was blank. Damn
