Don't Get Lost in Hell
-Ben-
I sat up in bed.
"What?" I asked.
"This is Lisa," the woman repeated on the other line.
"I don't know a Lisa…" I mumbled.
"School Fire, '92," this woman said. I paused when I heard those words.
"What about it?" he asked.
"I told you that I was moving away on that day," she said, "You, Julie, Max, and Kris."
"You did?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "You and boys made fun of that girl with square bangs and black-framed glasses." I smiled at those words.
"Oh yes," I said, "That girl was such a dork."
"That was me!" the woman on the other line snapped. I froze at those words as my memories came back.
"Lisa?" I asked, "Lisa Paige?"
"Yes!" she yelled.
"I'm so sorry!" Ben said, "But they looked really weird on you."
"Jerk!" Lisa screamed at me.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I wailed.
"You better!" she snapped. Then, another thought crossed my mind.
"Hey, Lisa," I said.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"How did you get my phone number?" I asked.
"Maxxie gave it to me," my old friend explained. That sentence hit me in the gut like a ton cement blocks.
"What?" I asked.
"Yeah, I ran into him the other day," she told me, "I didn't recognize him at first. I did once he did his little monkey dance. We got to talking and he told that he was looking for the others from our group." I raised an eyebrow at her statement.
"Others?" I asked.
"Yeah," Lisa replied, "Matt, Gordy, Russell, and Robin." I nodded still lost on what was unfolding around me.
"Oh," I mumbled, "I see."
"Hey, you doing anything this weekend?" she asked.
"No, why?" I responded.
"We should meet up sometime and talk," Lisa suggested. I nodded still rather lost.
"Sure, sure," I answered. I had no idea that I would doing this five times before the next week reached Wednesday.