Disclaimer: SM, yep still owns it. I own the plot to this little ol' fic though. No copyright infringement intended.
Okay, I guess it's two for Tuesday.
Enjoy!
I make way through the hotel lobby and spot the sign directing me towards the room where the reunion is being held.
My heart is pounding in my chest, my palms slightly sweaty.
At least on the outside, I hope I appear to be calm and completely pulled together.
I don't need to give them any ammunition.
I'm probably being paranoid for no good reason. I mean, we are in our late twenties now, have grown-up, matured, moved on.
As Gram would say, I'm making a mountain out of a molehill. Actually, there isn't probably a molehill at all. The old Bella is just creeping around inside me, leaving behind remnants that the insecure part of me is more than happy to grab onto.
I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, remember that I am an older, different, better Bella Swan, and open the door to the ballroom.
A huge, sparkly banner welcomes the class of 2002 is perched above a table with name tags and several pictures depicting images of the past. Pink's "Let's Get the Party Started" wafts through the air. I notice some people dancing, others strewn about the ballroom, chatting.
I approach the table, my eyes quickly scan the names, easily finding mine and not Angela's.
Thank God she's already here.
At least, I assume she's here. If she weren't, her name tag would still be on the table.
When I look closely at the name tag, there is a picture of myself on it—from high school.
Big ears, no style, boyish-looking me.
Great.
What a lovely reminder.
I slap the name tag to my chest, adjust my boobs, and seek out Angela.
I suddenly feel eyes on me, penetrating right through.
Let the fun begin.
A/N: Well? Maybe it will be a three-for? Let me know what you want. See ya soon!