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“It was only high school after all, definitely one of the most bizarre periods in a person’s life. How anyone can come through that time well adjusted on any level is an absolute miracle.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“As far as I’m concerned, high school sucked when I went, and probably sucks now. I tend to regard people who remember it as the best four years of their lives with caution and a degree of pity.”
― Stephen King, Guns

“Hello, Jimmy,' said an all-too-familiar voice from somewhere behind me. It was Marty. No one else at South Miami had that delightful, almost exotic English accent.

I turned around slowly until I faced her. “Hi, Marty,� I said.

She got up from one of the few chairs that had not been placed in storage and gave me a shy half-smile. “So, come to say goodbye, then?� Marty asked.

I gazed at her, committing every detail of her appearance to memory. She wore faded Levi’s blue jeans, a white and orange SOUTH MIAMI CHORUS T-shirt, white socks and an old pair of Keds sneakers. Her chestnut hair was tied into a ponytail. She wore very little makeup; a touch of mascara here, a hint of blush there, a bit of lip-gloss to make things a bit interesting. She was shockingly, heartrendingly beautiful.

My heart skipped a beat. “I couldn’t go without seeing you, you know,� I said.

She smiled. “Oh, come on; I bet you say that to all the girls.�

“It’s true,â€� I said. “And no, I don’t say that to all the girls.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Reunion: A Story: A Novella

“Yes, high school...the land of drama queens and egocentric football players.”
― Hermione Daguin, Guess what? Life happened.

“Do you remember what you said to me on the last day of school?â€� I ask.

“I said a lot of things, Jim. But that was, what? 14? 15 years ago?�

“You said that if I didn’t tell her how I felt, it would come back someday and bite me on my ass.�

“That sounds like something I would say.�

“I hate to admit it,� I say, “but you were right.�

“I was wise beyond my years,� Mark says lightly.

“At the time, I thought you were just messing with my head.�

“I was messing with your head. I was also telling you the truth.”
― Alex Diaz-Granados, Reunion: A Story: A Novella