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[sub][url=https://youtu.be/j6TmogXhOZ8]11:31 AM[/url][/sub][hr][hr][/center]	[indent][indent] [i]"I think it's so wonderful that you'll be home this weekend to see your old buddies."[/i]

Vivian Booker couldn't help but roll her eyes as she remembered the words that her mother had spoke through the phone earlier that day. It was a little over eleven o'clock in the morning, and the young woman was sitting in the passenger seat of her fiancee's vehicle. The couple had gotten on the road a little over thirty minutes ago, as soon as they had left the airport, and were less than a few minutes away from their destination. The feeling of dread and anxiety that currently took over Vivian's body was the strongest she'd felt in years; she hadn't felt this bad since her second day of Elementary school. Vivian let her right hand dangle out of the window as her mind drifted back to the second time she'd stepped foot into Ms. Deville's classroom. Most of her classmates had been so awful to her since the very moment they'd laid eyes on her; it was a wonder that Harvey had managed to talk her into coming along with him.

[i]Old buddies.[/i] Vivian had to fight the urge to let out a bitter laugh. While the bunch weren't always so mean to her, she wouldn't go as far as to call them old buddies. Not once in the past couple of decades had Vivian even cared to think about her old classmates or what they were up to these days; in fact, she sometimes wished that she could just wipe those few years worth of memories from her mind completely. 

[i]"I'm sorry to hear about your old teacher,"[/i] Vivian's mother said, [i]"but at least it gives you a chance to reconnect with your friends."[/i]

Throughout those long years of Elementary school, Vivian's mother had always been in the dark about what went on in class when Ms. Deville wasn't looking. She had no idea that her youngest daughter was often picked on whenever she left the house wearing the only pair of jeans they could afford. She had no idea that it was because of one of the older neighborhood kids teasing her about her worn-down sneakers that she was once caught shoplifting. She had no idea that the handmade Christmas present she'd stayed up all night to help her daughter create for one of her classmates was eventually torn up and thrown away right in front of her. No, Vivian figured that it would be best for her to keep everything bottled up inside. After all, she didn't want to give her parents anything else to worry about.

Instead, Vivian kept to herself and poured her feelings onto the empty pages of her old journal. The characters that she created over those years were the only people who seemed to truly understand exactly what she was going through. They were the only ones who made those few years of pain bearable. Well, them and her soon to be husband.

[color=#E0AF87][b]"Aren't you a little nervous?"[/b][/color] Vivian said to her fiancee, [color=#E0AF87][b]"I don't even know what I'm going to say to them when we walk inside. I mean, what is there to say?"[/b][/color] As Vivian spoke, the car pulled into the driveway of Ms. Deville's home, and the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach grew more intense. While part of her was excited to show off her new wardrobe and shiny engagement ring to her former classmates, the other part was wondering why she even bothered to show up in the first place. The closer the vehicle came to her old teacher's home, the louder the music grew, and the stronger a delicious aroma became.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Vivian got out and pulled out her two duffel bags from the backseat. Before approaching the front door, the young woman used her reflection in the car door to make sure that everything was still in its rightful place. She gently smoothed down the front of her tan-colored dress before slinging one of the bags over her shoulder and nervously glancing up at her fiancee.

[color=#E0AF87][b]"Ready?"[/b][/color]
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