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[indent]Donald Laclède gritted his teeth, his obvious discomfort being obviously apparent to anyone who looked at him – not that his cab driver particularly gave a shit about his mood as long as he paid for his fare. And there was no question that a big star like Donnie [i]wouldn’t[/i].

Honestly, Donnie wasn’t sure why he had decided to come back to Rising Sun Elementary School for the reunion. When he read the invitation in his Los Angeles home he had a surge of anxiety and dread as a flood of unpleasant memories came to the forefront of his mind. He remembered his fellow students and how he treated them in the worst possible ways. He wasn’t sure what had happened to Valerie, George, Vivian, Eddie, Harvey, and Ben; and he still wasn’t sure how comfortable he was going to be facing them as adults all these years later. But at the end of the day, he still put those thoughts in the back of his head and got on the plane from Los Angeles to New Orleans.

He took a light breath as he looked at the ceiling of the cab. 

What could he say to them? Would an apology even be warranted after two decades apart? Would the smart thing be pretending it never happened or to just ignore it unless it was brought up? As far as he was concerned they were all kids back then and childhood bickering was part of growing up. He had already paid his penance for his mistakes when his baseball career was thrown out of the window and his wife with it. Anything his former classmates could say to him wouldn’t hurt him anymore than he had hurt himself. Besides, if he felt the reunion was a waste of time and just a bunch of petty bullshit he could just walk out the door and head back to L.A. Mrs. Deville couldn’t keep him there against his will, after all.

As he mused to himself, he almost didn't realize the car had come to a stop. The voice of the cab driver as clear as the day.

[b]“Sir. We’ve arrived.”[/b]

[b][color=dodgerblue]“Thank you.”[/color][/b] He uttered as he moved to open the door. A quick few movements of grabbing his luggage and moving for the old building. And then the weekend would begin.

Gods, he hoped it wasn’t a mistake coming back here.
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