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I couldn’t wait for the reunion.
     

8
     
    So, it was time for Cinder-Ella to go to the ball, except there would be no transformation. Still fat, check. Thrift store dress that I didn’t feel that good in, check. Old shoes I’ve had since high school, all set. Cashier Girl goes out into the night.
     
    Tara and Rodney picked me up right at 8 because Tara had the great idea that we should go early to get a good seat. It was still light out!
     
    Whoever organized the shindig thought it would be great to hold it in the high school gym. You know, to help us all relive those great gym class moments? Normally my stomach would be in knots, but it had been in knots all week and it actually seemed to loosen up a little. I was beyond the point of caring. A strange calm came over me.
     
    Sincerely, no offense, but only the most awkward and stiff classmates and their significant others showed up that early. Maybe it’s because it helps them feel more comfortable. Or maybe because they aren’t socially aware enough to know that you can come to something like this an hour or two late.
     
    Since it was mostly social rejects in attendance that early, I knew quite a few of them. The pain in the room was obvious. Drinks in hand, sipping hard, time to drink enough forget who you are.
     
    “Hi April!” Oh crap, Danny Leonard was huge. He had always been kind of chunky. I should know, we dated for a whole year. I lost my virginity to him. He looked like he hadn’t stopped eating since our senior year.
     
    “Hi, Danny,” I said trying not to stare at his neck beard. Poor thing. I could tell he was so uncomfortable in his own skin. Takes one to know one, I guess.
     
    “I’ve thought about you so much, April,” he said shifting into my personal space. I took a step back. “What have you been doing wif yourself?” He still said “wif” instead of “with.” He used to have about a half a dozen of those mispronunciation. I used to think they were cute.
     
    “I’m, uh, working at Ben’s Food Place. What about you?”
     
    “Well, I got my degree in computer science from UC San Diego, and now I’m over in Silicon Valley at Sematech pulling in 6-figures.”
     
    This was going to be the way my night was going to go. People were going to ask me what I was doing. Cashier Girl. Then they were going to give me their commercial on how great their life was. I could feel it coming. My obese, neck-bearded, deflowerer was making 5 times more money than me doing something that might actually matter. Who knew? His benefits package was probably worth twice what I make, and he probably had fun at work. His computer was probably worth more than my car. I was doomed. “Great, Danny. Sounds great.”
     
    “Hey, I’m not heading back down until Monday. Would you like to go have brunch or something tomorrow?”
     
    “Yeah, yeah sure, Danny,” I said. I always liked Danny. He seemed as good-natured as ever.
     
    “Yes!” he said out loud and brought his fist down to his side in a motion of victory. “Put your number in my new Samsung Galaxy,” he said handing me his fancy phone and looking around to see if anyone was noticing. “It’s on the Verizon network. They were voted best carrier by cNet.”
     
    I looked at his phone screen, handed it back, and said, “Here, you just do it.”
     
    I finally got away from Danny by going to the girl’s restroom and hiding. That was one skill I had developed pretty well in high school. The restroom on the south end of school, 2nd floor, was always the best place to hide out for a period or 2 when I just couldn’t face anyone. I felt like that now. I went up there and it was just as it was 5 years ago. Three roomy stalls and big old fashioned sinks with hot and cold water that actually stayed on. The paper towels had been replaced by an air dryer, but otherwise, I felt right at home. All I needed was a good book to read.
     
    I thought of Stevie. I couldn’t stop. I still loved him. Was