Coming back to Xithurald High School was the last thing Obahri thought he would ever do.

It’s not like he was the loser of the school, he had popularity. But he didn’t have the loyalty from certain people, or the love he wanted.

He was surprised the school gates were still open, even after school had just finished today.

It had been eleven years since he last been here, which means he skipped his class reunion. Now that he saunters down the hallways, he felt like he could’ve went, but at the time he didn’t wanna see none of their crusty faces.

“Mr. Jhiseic!” A male voice called out.

Obahri turned and immediately recognized who it was. “Mr. Wataniel.” He replied, barely smiling.

“You know you’re a year late for a class reunion, right?” Mr. Wataniel said.

“You know I don’t care, right?” Obahri responded.

Mr. Wataniel tugged Obahri to walk with him. “So what takes you to come here?”

“Just had an urge to see how this school was doing since I’ve been gone.”

Mr. Wataniel scoffed. “You act like you’re a celebrity or something.”

“I’m not, but I am a drop-shipper now. Have a wife and two kids.” Obahri smiles as Mr. Wataniel widened his eyes.

“That’s amazing!” He said like a proud father.

Obahri abruptly halted when he looked into the cafeteria. Confused, Mr. Wataniel looked back and forth from the cafeteria to Obahri. He ask, “What are you looking at?”

Obahri stared for a little longer before saying, “You remember when I got into a fist fight in there and you had to break it up?”

“Yeah,” Mr. Wataniel chuckled. “You really fought Esserien over Tievauma.”

“No! He fought me over Tievauma. That girl was weird. She literally wanted everyone to refer to her as Mermida ‘cause she believed her spirit came from the seas.”

Mr. Wataniel face burned a bright red from laughter. “And I’m just now knowing about this eleven years later.”

“I thought teachers talk.” Obahri said.

“You’re looking at the principal of the school now.” Mr. Wataniel said pointing two thumbs at himself.

“Congratulations!” Obahri shook his hand as he nodded in gratitude.

“Yep. Don’t have to train these deficit students how to spell or sound out the most simplest words.” Mr. Wataniel shot a look at Obahri, whom looked at him funny and had to retract his statement. “I mean, not everyone… just… don’t tell anyone I said that.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Your lips were very good at that in my reading class.” Mr. Wataniel pointed out.

“That’s because that class was boring and every time I did speak, Esserien always had to chime in with a slick mouth.”

Mr. Wataniel said nothing, so Obahri continued. “I just can’t believe my friends didn’t wanna hang with me anymore after that fight. Like I initiated it or something.”

“Why do you think they did?” Mr. Wataniel asked.

“Because Esserien made up a rumor that I talk bad about them all the time.”

“I did no such thing.” A random voice blurted out behind them.

Obahri knew who it was.