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Authors: Krissie LaBaye
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monstrosity, still two storeys but all ice cold glass and concrete blocks.
Linking arms, just like they use to, the twosome followed the large handwritten strategically placed cardboard signs that directed them towards the large hall where the reunion was being held. As they approached the flat wooden swing doors they were met by a trio of volunteers. Whilst the first took the fee for attending the function, the second handed over a ticket. The third and final unpaid worker provided a large round orange badge on which you could write your name.
Rather reluctantly, the girls put on their name badges and made their entrance. It was a far cry from the last Christmas disco they had attended, and the size of the hall was a stark contrast to the number of former pupils. However, as they had spent time, money, and energy preparing for this adventure, both Elaine and Judy agreed to give it at least half an hour to pick up.
The room was decorated with reunion banners, and old school photographs from over the decades lined the plain white walls. The plastic chairs which lined the room fitted perfectly with the school building. Maybe it was just nostalgia, but both women agreed that the old school hall looked much nicer.
Small groups of men and women began to arrive, and soon the room was beginning to look less bleak. The growing numbers led to an increase in the volume of voices, and in turn the DJ upped the volume to an ear vibrating level. It wasn’t too long before the two women were forced to get right up close just to make themselves heard. Standing next to the refreshment table Elaine leaned over to Judy’s ear.
“Wonder if Kevin Walker has been at the punch?” she shouted.
“Have you seen anyone you recognize yet?” asked Judy as she flicked her eyes nervously around the large room.
“I think that looks like Yvette Sparnon over there; it looks a lot like the picture that she’s used on Facebook. I wonder if that guy is her husband, he looks a bit of a wuss; I wonder if she bullies him the same way she did the kids at school. I know it sounds really mean, Judy, but when I see someone like her I can’t help hoping that she got a taste of her own medicine sometime in her life. She was just so cruel to everyone wasn’t she? I think we’ll go over in a moment, see if she remembers us, eh? Anyway, she’s still got a face like a Rottweiler.”
The two women smiled at each other then burst out laughing. Soon the sound of their hysterical childish laughter filled the room. Judy wiped the tears from her face and realized just why she loved Elaine so much. They had been there for each other through the good times and the bad, and you couldn’t say that about the other ‘fair weather friends’ she’d made over the years.
As Judy turned to refill her clear plastic cup with punch, she felt a warm breath on her shoulder. Assuming that it was Elaine she saw no need to turn around.
“Fancy a dance?” a deep voice boomed.
Visibly jumping, Judy spun around to see a tall man beaming at her, momentarily stunned and lost for words, she only had to look into his eyes to recognize him.
“ Eeh, is it you Ian, it is you isn’t it, where’s Kevin, is he here too?” an excitable Elaine interrupted.
“Yes, yes, don’t precisely know, no,” answered Ian jokingly.
Judy was just in the process of shouting a sarcastic comment, when the music suddenly stopped and she was left shouting in a room where you could have heard a pin drop.
“I’m surprised you had the gall”
She was just about to say, ‘gall to talk to me after what you did’. However, quick thinking in the graveyard quiet room allowed her to get away with it without looking totally stupid.
“I’m surprised you had the gall to show up without the other half of the double act.”
Sudden feedback from the microphone induced everyone to simultaneously turn to the front of the room. As the DJ removed his mega sized headphones and cleared his throat noisily,
Linking arms, just like they use to, the twosome followed the large handwritten strategically placed cardboard signs that directed them towards the large hall where the reunion was being held. As they approached the flat wooden swing doors they were met by a trio of volunteers. Whilst the first took the fee for attending the function, the second handed over a ticket. The third and final unpaid worker provided a large round orange badge on which you could write your name.
Rather reluctantly, the girls put on their name badges and made their entrance. It was a far cry from the last Christmas disco they had attended, and the size of the hall was a stark contrast to the number of former pupils. However, as they had spent time, money, and energy preparing for this adventure, both Elaine and Judy agreed to give it at least half an hour to pick up.
The room was decorated with reunion banners, and old school photographs from over the decades lined the plain white walls. The plastic chairs which lined the room fitted perfectly with the school building. Maybe it was just nostalgia, but both women agreed that the old school hall looked much nicer.
Small groups of men and women began to arrive, and soon the room was beginning to look less bleak. The growing numbers led to an increase in the volume of voices, and in turn the DJ upped the volume to an ear vibrating level. It wasn’t too long before the two women were forced to get right up close just to make themselves heard. Standing next to the refreshment table Elaine leaned over to Judy’s ear.
“Wonder if Kevin Walker has been at the punch?” she shouted.
“Have you seen anyone you recognize yet?” asked Judy as she flicked her eyes nervously around the large room.
“I think that looks like Yvette Sparnon over there; it looks a lot like the picture that she’s used on Facebook. I wonder if that guy is her husband, he looks a bit of a wuss; I wonder if she bullies him the same way she did the kids at school. I know it sounds really mean, Judy, but when I see someone like her I can’t help hoping that she got a taste of her own medicine sometime in her life. She was just so cruel to everyone wasn’t she? I think we’ll go over in a moment, see if she remembers us, eh? Anyway, she’s still got a face like a Rottweiler.”
The two women smiled at each other then burst out laughing. Soon the sound of their hysterical childish laughter filled the room. Judy wiped the tears from her face and realized just why she loved Elaine so much. They had been there for each other through the good times and the bad, and you couldn’t say that about the other ‘fair weather friends’ she’d made over the years.
As Judy turned to refill her clear plastic cup with punch, she felt a warm breath on her shoulder. Assuming that it was Elaine she saw no need to turn around.
“Fancy a dance?” a deep voice boomed.
Visibly jumping, Judy spun around to see a tall man beaming at her, momentarily stunned and lost for words, she only had to look into his eyes to recognize him.
“ Eeh, is it you Ian, it is you isn’t it, where’s Kevin, is he here too?” an excitable Elaine interrupted.
“Yes, yes, don’t precisely know, no,” answered Ian jokingly.
Judy was just in the process of shouting a sarcastic comment, when the music suddenly stopped and she was left shouting in a room where you could have heard a pin drop.
“I’m surprised you had the gall”
She was just about to say, ‘gall to talk to me after what you did’. However, quick thinking in the graveyard quiet room allowed her to get away with it without looking totally stupid.
“I’m surprised you had the gall to show up without the other half of the double act.”
Sudden feedback from the microphone induced everyone to simultaneously turn to the front of the room. As the DJ removed his mega sized headphones and cleared his throat noisily,
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