Yes I know, I have yet to reasonably update my other fics. All of my standard warnings apply but this one will not be so "mature." On with the story...
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He was obviously more excited than his wife to be seeing so many forgotten faces. As they both stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, she realized that he had not smiled like that in a long time. It was a brilliant smile that lit up his entire face. His eyes sparkled in anticipation and delight. When had she gotten so used to seeing those half hearted smiles he forced himself to produce for her sake? They never did quite reach his eyes and always, thinking back, were strained. Tonight was different. She would be there. His wife knew this and knew that she had never left his thoughts.
They were perfect together, they had been the admiration of the whole school. So in love--her husband and that woman. He had been fortunate as a child and more so in his awkward years, which were anything but. Always part of the popular crowd--handsome, smart, athletic. He was the boy you looked up to, the boy you envied, the boy you wanted to be. Of course he would get the most sought after girl in the school. A remarkable beauty people would say. Almost too beautiful to look at, definitely untouchable, and he was the only one who could be capable of standing with this Venus. They were content basking in their royalty. His wife on the other hand, had not been so fortunate.
Her childhood was filled with abuse. Her family was wealthy, but she had learned there is always a price for comfort. Perhaps the stress of keep up such a high profile is what caused her suffering. She was never good enough. Her 4.0 GPA did nothing to satisfy her parents. She was often ridiculed by her father for not being able to surpass her siblings accomplishments. It would not be enough to have high scores, graduate top of the class, earn an early Ph.D., or have her works be published as an undergrad. These near impossibilities were already taken by her brothers and sister. Her mother would try to persuade her to see a plastic surgeon and had dragged her to a handful of consultations. A few times appointments were actually made. She had to hide for days to avoid going under the knife. Sometimes her hiding forced her to take refuge on the streets, sleeping next to dumpsters. Her mother eventually gave up on trying to make her daughter beautiful, at least her version of beautiful. Her father never stopped. At every turn he would insist upon her insignificance. Those years had been very unkind. She became an awkward, self-conscious, wall flower during the time that was supposed to be the best of her life.
The ballroom was ornately decorated. It should be for the five star hotel the reunion was held in. It was their ten year high school reunion. His wife often wondered what had happened to their five year reunion. Oh yes, she had been the class president and reunions were the responsibility of the elected class officials. Five years ago she had still been in exile so there was no five year reunion. The room was colorfully lit, enhanced by the cheerfulness and shocked surprise of its guests. Elegantly dressed adults were happily recalling joyful times with old friends and acquainting themselves with new ones. As they were about to go in his wife caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd. She smiled as a flash of the only happy memories she had of those times; no, she frowned, had at all, came to the surface of her mind.
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So yeah, new fic! hehe, just a short one. This will probably only be about 3 chapters. I'm blaming my composition professor, this started out as a writing exercise and the plot bunny would not go back in the hole. Speaking of which I decided to look up plot bunny, I was curious as to how the definition presented itself and I found a really derogatory one, very rude point of view. Anyway this will be short, quick, but not necessarily sweet. Oh yeah, I decided to wait until next chapter to write who is who. R & R please!