Amelia took a deep breath, and pushed open the door to her 20-year high school reunion. she stepped through. The cold hall, the wooden floor, the blinding lights hanging from the ceiling, the projector screen still hanging at the front. it was exactly how she remembered.

not everything was the same.

you know what they say,

high school is either the best or worst year of your life,

well.

for Amelia it was the worst, she was a small frail girl back then, underdeveloped, interested in science and reading, she didn't like to drink or smoke, she loved her parents and would spend lunch in the library.

as she looked around now,

she realised that maybe that's the best thing that happend to her.

the blue-eyes blonde-haired popular girls, who were now middle aged divorced and had had many failed plastic surgeries, the jocks who didn't realise just how unlikely they were to become professionals now jobless and alone.

the kids who went to all the parties and had "chill parents" were sat outside the door, there eyes dark, their faces looked numb,they were now drug addicted alcoholics with no future plans.

the "smart kids" were now nothing but burnt out stars working a minimum wage job in an average house with an average car and an average life and a well below average mental state.

and Amelia,

although high school was the worst year of her life,

was working a well paid job that she always dreamed of had her husband and two kids at home waiting for her to arrive back, she had her dream car, her dream life, her dream man.

all because she didn't allow herself to peak in high school like the others.