(Kim's Point of View)
First of all, I didn't know how Ivy made me come to this bullshit called a high school reunion. Why did I come? And what was I anticipating?
I let Ivy chatter me into this and I was abhorring every moment of my life as we sauntered into the private suit they had equipped for this so-called reunion and we were unpunctual, not that I cared.
"I have a bad feeling about this Ivy," I heralded for the nth time since Ivy called me out from my house, luckily it was Saturday and blue cloud weather.
Ivy rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, it's going to be alright, we are only going to meet our former friends,"
"Your old friends you mean, you were my only friend in high school, and don't get me started on college. No one wants to be friends with a techie," I verbal
