A to Z Challenge: Disgraced Daisy (very late post for April 5)

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St. Thomas Academy High School Class of ’96 – Homecoming Reunion

Celebrating 20 years of greatness

“Please, Daisy, it would be great if you could come!”

The voice at the other end of the line sounded desperate, but Daisy was unmoved.

“Sorry, I’m not changing my mind. I’m too…busy. With stuff.”

“Hmm. Okay, Daisy, it’s been half an hour now that I’ve been trying and I sure can get a clue. But, it’s just…” Mel couldn’t seem to continue, and Daisy was beginning to get impatient. It had been half an hour.

“What? Do you still have anything to tell me?”

“Daisy.” Another pause. “It’s been a long time. People have forgotten.”

“HA!” Daisy’s acidic tone filled her office. “You have got to be kidding me. Listen, I’m not saying it again. I AM NOT GOING. I AM NOT LETTING MYSELF BE LOOKED AT LIKE A CIRCUS MONKEY. I WILL NOT HAVE ALL YOUR JUDGMENTAL, DREADFUL EYES ON ME.”

It took a couple of seconds for Mel to reply.

“Okay. Okay, you’ve made yourself clear. Thank you for taking my call, Daisy. You know I won’t bug you again, but I’ll keep hoping that you’ll have a change of heart somehow. People have grown up over the last twenty years, maybe you can give us a chance.”

Daisy kept silent, so Mel just continued.

“Anyway. Whatever, Daisy, just give me a call if by some miracle you should decide to join us. There’s still time to mull it over.”

“Goodbye, Melanie.”

“Okay. Bye.”

Daisy didn’t realize until she had put the phone down that she was in tears. She felt all the horrible emotions flooding back so strongly, her chest ached.

Her eyes darted involuntarily to the frame on her desk. Jimmy was in university now. On some occasions she would still get bewildered looking at him, he was looking more and more like his father.

His father. Eduardo Milan. Everyone’s favorite history teacher at St. Thomas, until he’d gotten a student pregnant and the news had spread like wildfire mere days before her graduation. It had felt more like a curse straight out of hell instead of a blessing that she’d been allowed to march.

Up, across and down that stage had been the most excruciating steps she had ever taken.

She had vowed then that she’d never set foot on that school again. She had no intentions of changing her mind now.

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