<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/3e/5e/cf3e5e4a939ee5be79c0e778cdfea794.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Chrissa Lacie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=281599.msg13847394#msg13847394)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black/white halter dress with a pair of clear, high-heeled platform shoes (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a1/b2/92/a1b292b6e7de91153962ea8ffce78c72.jpg)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hilton Hotel Lobby<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Baylee<br/><br/>Pacing back and forth in her room, Chrissa anxiously waited to hear back from Baylee.   She hoped that Bay hadn’t changed her mind and backed out of coming right at the last minute.  Reunions were meant to be a joyous occasion, a chance to reconnect with old friends, a time to party and relive the glory days, right?  A fun time to be had by all! Why would anyone not want to be a part of that?  But if that were all true, why was Chrissa starting to doubt her own decision to come to this tenth year reunion?<br/><br/>Ten years. Ugh.   It wasn’t really all that long ago.  How much can a person truly change in that length of time?  There might be some physical changes, sure.  Maybe some lost weight while others gained weight.  The geeky kids will probably look less geeky, the ugly ducklings might have morphed into beautiful swans.  But what about their<em> inner</em>selves?  Their biases and judgments and attitudes?  Have they changed, too?  In school, Chrissa felt demonized for sleeping around with different guys, when in truth, she could probably count on two hands (okay, maybe three!) the number of boys she had had sex with.  Meanwhile, the reputations of<em>those</em>guys who took advantage of what Chrissa had to offer, went unscathed.  They were no better than she was.   Furthermore, how had her promiscuity hurt anyone else?  Why did any of them feel the need to shun her back then, to deem her unworthy of simple kindness, let alone, friendship?<em>Why?</em>Because they were teenagers, that’s why.  That's what<em>teenagers</em>do.  Sadly, many of Chrissa's classmates never made an effort to get to know her.<br/><br/><br/>Fast forward ten years.  Would the snobby kids still be snobs?  Are the jocks still asshats?  The mean girls still…<em>mean</em>?  Tonight, would she find the class of 2008 still clinging to those old stereotypes of the past?   She hoped not.  They were all adults now, approaching the big 3-0 very soon.  Maturity and acceptance could erase much of that.<br/><br/>With her phone still clutched in her hand, she felt the vibration, causing her to nearly jump out of her dress.  "Shit! There she is! Finally!"  She read Bay’s text and quickly shot back a reply.<br/><br/>(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c7/Chat.png)<br/><strong>Stay put!  I’m on my way!</strong><br/><br/>Stepping off the elevator, Chrissa scurried on down to the lobby to meet up with her bestie.  The instant she saw Bay, her face lit up with a big toothy grin.  She threw her arms wide open and quickened her steps to close the gap between them.  Letting loose a long, high-pitched squeal, she grabbed Bay up into a tight, squeezy hug, gently rocking her back and forth while they embraced.<br/><br/>"Oh my god, I can't believe it!  I'm so glad to see you, Bay!  It's been way too long!'<br/><br/>Her hands gripped her shoulders when she finally pulled back, giving her friend a quick once over.<br/><br/>“Damn girl!  Just look at you!  You are gorgeous!”  Chrissa was well impressed at how beautiful and elegant Bay looked.  She couldn’t ever recall seeing her friend in a dress, much less a pair of heels.  With an exaggerated voice, Chrissa added “<em><strong>Baylee Rocywood is IN THE HOUSE</strong></em>!”   It was wonderful to see her friend again.  Chrissa had hoped the two of them would be able to pick back up where they left off in high school.  She had already forgotten about how nervous she was just moments ago.  It was just like old times.  Whenever Bay was around, it felt like everything was going to be alright.<br/><br/>"I hope we'll find some time to ourselves, perhaps tomorrow?  Where we can talk and catch up.  I gotta know what you've been up to for the last ten years!"  Chrissa was scheduled to fly back to Los Angeles early Sunday morning.  She thought perhaps the two of them could do a little sight seeing around Westwood the next day.  The little hometown held so many memories for her.<br/><br/>Chrissa teasingly offered Baylee her arm and nodded her head in the direction of the ballroom.<br/><br/>“Shall we?”  She gave her a big grin, then added. “I'm sure they're all waiting for us to get there and get the party started.”<br/>