Drabble #3: Yearbook
He is grinning widely as he walks home from the bus stop for the last time. Letting himself in, he falls onto the sun-warmed couch, immediately reaching for the treasure he has waited for.
The book is thin, it's cover a shiny, abstract design. He flips it open, takes as much time as he can to skim over the inside cover, then the first and last pages, littered with jokes, names, and memories. When he can stand it no more, he lets his eyes rove to one spot. The handwriting is ornate and somewhat sloppy, an impersonal last name.
Meyers.