A/N This is just a few thoughts on the people that made your life miserable, and how years later it doesn't matter at all.
I was surprised to see her after all these years. Miss Perfect Cheerleader who made all others fell inadequate. She was actually fat and happy with a husband and a son. I on the other hand was flipping burgers at the Double Meat Palace and slaying while not admitting to my friends that I was screwing Spike. She was so nice, like she couldn't even remember all the bitchy things she and her friends had said about me. I guess it doesn't matter where you started; it's where you end up. My life's not perfect, but I truly believe that I'm going to end up someplace wonderful, because of my friends and family. And maybe now I can start letting go of all those grudges that seemed so important in the past. Maybe I can admit to myself and everyone else what Spike really means to me. Well Maybe.