
Tonight for school, the first grade teachers went to a reception at the Phoenix Public Library downtown to celebrate all our students receiving library cards. We're sitting in a banquet room with first grade teachers from various schools in Phoenix enjoying delicious, gourmet appetizers, and I keep glancing at this girl a couple tables over. Initially, I thought it was a girl that graduated a year ahead of me in high school. My common sense told me that, no, I am 2000 miles away from that tiny town and it's not very plausible. But I keep looking at this girl and every time I look, I'm more convinced that it's her...the way she fake laughs, the smirky, smug look on her face, the vain, frantic way she would comb her fingers through her hair. Then, cleverly, I looked at her name tag...son of a bitch if wasn't that very same girl! I can't believe it!
No longer do I feel safe from superficial encounters from people I sort-of know. Again, I will constantly be looking over my shoulder, averting my eyes every time I think I recognize someone, because now it just might be that person. Oh well...time to move on I guess.
1 comment:
the lost effect.
just wait till you get to the island.
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