The Best Has Yet To Come

High school some would say the best years of your life. Well I am not
one of those people. Now don't get me wrong I had a great time.  I was
very popular and in a lot of different organizations, had a great
boyfriend, well so I thought at the time, until he cheated got another
girl pregnant and later I found out he was gay, but that's another
story. Like I was saying I had alot of so-called friends and my body
back then was so on point. But  I was so happy to graduate and go out
in the real world and never really have to see some those people
again. I couldn't wait for my college years. By the end of my senior
year I was mentality tired of these people and was glad to be leaving.
 Well fast forward some years and a wonderful new social network comes
on the scene and guess what some of the same people I didn't want to
see again in life are finding on this internet site. No big deal
because I did keep in touch with 3 or 4 people, the interesting thing
to me is I wasn't going by my government name. By this time Taylor
Savon was already born and needless to say I didn't look like that
same sweet girl. If I remember correctly I think my profile picture
had my ass all out. Finally I get this email from someone talking
about our 10 year reunion. As soon as I saw it I could help but think
"Damn, a bitch is getting old". Honestly I was not even considering
attending because I didn't care about seeing anyone. I mean that is
what Facebook is for. But finally after some major convincing I
decided, screw it let's get it in. So finally last night was the night
was the big night. I made sure I was looking good. I had my hair up in
fly bun, my make up was on point, my tight black dress on with my
leather Michael Jackson "Bad" jacket, and my 5 inch heels on. Needless
to say I was feeling myself that night. I finally got to the place
where the reunion was being held at. I couldn't get over the fact 10
years have passed. Some of the memories I had seemed like it was
yesterday. I walked up to this table and some women was sitting there.
I gave her my name and this big smile came across her face like she
knew me, honestly I am glad she didn't want to start talking because
if I did go to school with her, I didn't remember. I get to the main
ball room and head straight for where the liquor is. I was thinking if
i am gonna be here I may need to get a buzz. Before I could reach the
bartender I got ambushed by the only black people that seemed to be
there. We hugged, we said how great it was to see each other. Of
course one of the bitches I didn't care for in high school had to make
a small scene on  how she saw my photos on Facebook and was just in so
much shock. I had to quickly remind her of how I was a bad bitch back
then, and now I am a bad top notch bitch. I quickly excused myself so
I could something strong to drink before I went left on someone making
a stupid comment. After getting my drink I started walking around
talking to some people I knew. Now after awhile the one question that
kept popping up was, "Wasn't high school the best years ever!" I had
to keep saying it was good but for me the best years have yet to come.
Of course the next questions was always am I married or do I have any
kids. And of course the look was always of shock, but I am use to
that.  After awhile I got tired of the BS small talk, the fucked up
music, and the sea of bad dancing white people and the sprinkles of
black people. I got my keys and started heading to the door and then I
heard my name. It was Nate, the first white guy I ever kiss. I walked
up to him and the closer I got , the finer his ass got. Now I am not
gonna lie I had some thoughts going in my head especially when he
smiled and gave me a hug. But then those thoughts left because he then
said "Let me introduce you to my wife". Needless to say I kept the
conversation short and told him it was good seeing him and nice
meeting her and figured that was the best time to get out of there.
More people was coming in while I was heading out, I just kept walking
to my car no turning back. On my way home I kept thinking what a waste
of a good outfit. I got on my phone called one of my girls told her
what happen and we had a good laugh. I ended up going to her house and
we ended up going out and having too much fun. When I woke up this
morning with a terrible hangover. I thought about that dumbass
question, "Wasn't high school the best years ever"? Well again HELL TO
THE NO! I don't not live in the past. Those years happened and I has
life lessons from them,but for me, the best has really yet to come.