Well it was going to look great for the school when I showed up late. Who would have thought that at the fifteenth reunion of one of the most successful high school graduating classes of all time, the principal would be the one who was late? If I rushed, I would probably make it on time. You know, I have to make the school look good.
A couple minutes later, I scurried into the Student Center at the school. After straightening my tie, I entered the room.
The reunion team had really outdone themselves this time. The whole room had red and blue- the school colors- colored streamers all over the ceiling, and matching balloons. All the tables in the room had white tablecloths and silver dishes. A large banner stretched across the back of the room "Welcome back, Class of 1985!"
I had long since retired from the school, but I had to admit, they could still plan an epic gathering. When old age had called my name, I left and had never looked back. A serious sense of déjà vu overwhelmed me. I remembered the strangest memories that had taken place in this room; Nicole Lowell spilling a soda on her lap, Scott Carter's macaroni exploding in the microwave, it was almost too much for my old bones.
Immediately greeting me at the door was an old advisee of mine, Cindy Nicks, nee Cindy Morgan. She was now married with no children, if I was not mistaken.
I could believe that, she was a bundle of energy, and it probably would have dragged her down to have little kids clawing at her legs all the time. When she got something into her head, there was no stopping her. I am fairly certain that was how she got her way with the wedding, which had been in Las Vegas, seeing as her husband was extremely against gambling. I was actually surprised she had ever settled down. She was one of my particularly favorite students I had kept in touch with.
Cindy was bobbing her head to the music, I took it she liked the DJ.
"Sick beat!" She screamed. I had to agree; they were playing songs from around when these kids had been in school. It was also extremely loud. "I have been here for like twenty minutes, and they haven't played a bad song!"
It was easy to please Cindy. She liked all the same things as she did fifteen years ago, which was convenient for the DJ. He would be getting an earful from her if she was not satisfied. I had to admire that quality in her.
She drifted away, and I noticed what she was wearing. I almost laughed out loud at her neon pink evening gown. It was practically skin tight, with a low neckline. From talking to her old buddies, I knew she was a huge fan of the low neckline. I had to wonder if she was only wearing it for attention, it was rather her style.