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[img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/11e1e1dd7c8474dbef86f9c5102ce226/tumblr_inline_of09fj5vv71qlt39u_250.gifv[/img][hr][/center]Ten years ago, Allison Bentley-Song happily walked across the stage, in front of hundreds of fellow students and family members, and received her diploma certifying that she did, in fact, survive her time at King’s Academy. Years of blood, sweat, tears, and some Adderall had all culminated to become that lousy piece of paper with her name on it. Sure, graduating from high school as second in your class was quite the achievement, but to Allison, it wasn’t anything worth writing home about. 

As a matter of fact, Allison couldn’t have been gladder to leave, and there was a chance that she might’ve taken it upon herself to prove that she was better than “second in the class”. King’s Academy was something she was eager to leave in her dust and never look back. She had no time to think about high school, knowing she was headed to one of the best schools in the entire world in a matter of months. Yet, here she was, landing in Key West International Airport and well on her way to the King’s Academy Class of 2009’s ten-year reunion. 

Why she was here was beyond her, but that was a question she should’ve asked as she purchased the tickets to fly out here many months ago. 

It was embarrassing how little time she put into thinking this through, before ultimately hopping on her computer and dropping hundreds of dollars on this trip. As soon as she received that letter, she must have spent a whopping five minutes thinking about whether she should go before responding. Not a second thought – despite her rather negative sentiments about her experience at King’s Academy. Something about this trip appealed to her. Was it seeing the people she genuinely liked and enjoyed the company of? Was it to see where most of her class had ended up ten years later? Was it because it was lonely in Baltimore?

Allison knew she wasn’t doing so bad for herself. Ending up at institutions like Princeton and Johns Hopkins hardly ever meant that one was doing bad for themselves – especially those on the path to becoming a fully-fledged doctor. However, she also knew that wouldn’t come as a surprise to many people, if at all.  Everyone knew Allison as this generally reserved, mousy nerd girl who could think circles around most people, as well as someone who was always happy to help and assist those who needed it. The same people also knew that she couldn’t flirt to save her life, despite the coaching of the friends she had.

 Some of that remained true today. Allison [i]still[/i] couldn’t flirt even if her life depended on it, but she was far departed from being as soft as she was in high school. People that were expecting Allison to be mostly the same since high school were in for a big, big surprise if they were expecting her to be just as much of a pushover. 

Touching down in Key West, Florida, the moments that followed her return to the state were practically a blur to her. One second she was standing up about to get off the plane, and the next she was in a taxi well on the way to the hotel that this reunion was taking place. In just a matter of minutes, she was about to be thrust back into the world she left many, many years ago. It was going to be very interesting to Allison to see just how everyone had developed and changed. Ten years was a [i]very[/i] long time, plenty of time for development.

However, Allison also wondered if she would suffer from, as Marshall Eriksen from Season 3, Episode 6 of the famed situational comedy “How I Met Your Mother” put it: revertigo. Would Allison continue to be the person that many of her colleagues knew her to be today? Or would she regress and go back to being the soft pushover (with a slight Adderall habit) that she known for? 

Those thoughts rifled through her head as she sat in the back of her taxi, Key West speeding past her as the hotel got closer and closer. Those few minutes quickly dwindled into moments, with the taxi eventually pulling into the driveway right outside the lobby.  Stepping outside of the Toyota Prius, Allison pulled her sunglasses down just a bit as she looked at the rather colorful building in front of her. 

Pictures really didn’t do this place justice.

Pulling the one piece of luggage she had out of the car, Allison took a moment to thank the taxi driver, before making her way into the lobby. Inside felt much like a mansion instead of a traditional hotel, which Allison found rather charming. Stumbling her way to the reception, she put a hand up on the counter, before the receptionist greeted her.

[b]”Hello, you must be here for the King’s Academy Class of 2009 reunion?”[/b]

Allison smiled, [color=pink][b]”Yes! I’m checking in for…”[/b][/color] The doctor took a little too long to remember what her name was, [color=pink][b]”Dr. Bentley-Song?”[/b][/color] She chuckled awkwardly, before pulling out her wallet just in case the receptionist needed extra information, as if someone would try to impersonate Allison.

Tapping some keys in, the receptionist bent down and picked up a card from a drawer, before smiling and handing it to Allison. [b]”You’re all set, Dr. Bentley-Song! You will be in Room 207! Please let us know if you have any questions, and please, enjoy your stay!”[/b]

[color=pink][b]”O-Oh. Thanks![/b][/color] Allison smiled, before stuffing her wallet back in her purse and picking up her luggage. Turning around, Allison couldn’t really see anyone she could recognize right out of the gate. Which was good. Did that mean she was early…? Or was she just super late? Or did she just have impeccable timing? 

It didn’t matter to Allison. All that mattered right now was getting her ass to her room so she could plop in bed and get ready for this… cocktail party tonight. Pulling her luggage along, Allison climbed up those stairs all the way to the second floor (a tough walk, surely), and looked at every door she passed rather closely to make sure she didn’t just walk past 207 by accident. 

Then -- there it was. Lucky 207. 

Sighing softly, she put her keycard in the lock, the little red light on it immediately turning green as she pulled the keycard out and opened the door. Inside was a rather spacious room, complete with a beautiful view of the Florida Keys and enough sun to make a vampire melt. Allison’s mood was already brightened with all the sunshine she was receiving, despite having to go to a party tonight already.

Putting her luggage aside, Allison shuffled over to the bed and plopped on it, sighing rather audibly as she figured out a way to kill time until she had to get ready for the party.