St. Thomas Academy High School Class of ’96 – Homecoming Reunion
Celebrating 20 years of greatness
You still got it, Freddie.
Freddie winked at the mirror and practiced his winning smile one more time. He patted his belly, tried to suck it in for a few seconds. Ooh. Too hard. Really just have to wear that damned coat.
He couldn’t wait to see the look of admiration on everyone’s face. He could already hear them in his mind, exclaiming how little he’d changed. Of course, there would be some who’d be too proud or insecure to approach him. And some would just hang their heads in shame, like Melanie and her cohorts. I bet she’s gotten so fat, maybe she’s got a dozen children and lives on hand-washing her neighbors’ clothes. And…
Freddie stopped himself. He’d promised to quit thinking ill thoughts about the woman who had dumped him twenty years ago. He gave his reflection a good, long stare. Get a hold of yourself, Freddie. You’re fine. You’re looking fine, doing fine. Just look at those dimples. And that thick, wavy hair. Still got it.
He took a deep breath and took off, remembering to pick up his coat on his way out.