TWO days later I went shopping with Cleo. She was so excited she almost tripped on the carpet. I went to pick her up, but she wasn't ready so I waited for her in the living room. JL went out with Rolf as he is leaving tomorrow morning.
I was checking my phone, but there were no messages. I don't have a lot of contacts anyway so I just kept browsing on f*******:. High school was not something I want to remember because it was horrible. We all have to grow up sometime. The head of our student council at the time made a private group for our batch and everyone is added there — including me, much to my dismay.
They are planning a reunion six months from now and they are looking for sponsors. Why do I have a feeling they would ask me? I don't even want to go.
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