Theresa is excited to go to her ten-year reunion, she can't wait to see the old gang again, especially Jay. She never really stoped carring about him, she hopes that maybe they could get together a...
"Hi, welcome to Theresa's bridal shop, I'm Theresa, can I help you in any way?" Theresa said as she extended her hand to the two girls, both of whom accepted.
"I'm Melissa I need a bridal gown," she said cheerily
"I think I can help you with that" Theresa smiled "I just got this new one that I think would look perfect on you"
Theresa led the girls to her selection of gowns and other such things. She loved to she their eyes light up when they've found the perfect dress. She had the gift of being able to match each person with a dress they looked best in.
"So when do you think you could do the alterations?" Melissa asked
"I think I could have it done by next Friday, can you come in for a fitting then?" Theresa said writing things down in her little agenda book
"That would be awesome," She said as she and her friend left the shop
It was close up time by the time Melissa had left the shop, so Theresa gathered up her things and made her way to her car. When she got in she suddenly thought of Jay and the others. She was surprised at first; she had kept in contact with Atlanta all these years but not much with everyone else beside the rare Christmas card and letter. She found it odd at first. Maybe something's gonna happen she thought, she had never lost her clairvoyance; in fact it had sharpened since high school. I could be some kind of sign or warning
She pulled her car into the driveway of her small, but quaint, suburban home. On her way in, she picked up the mail.
"Junk mail, junk mail, bill, junk mail, bill ... hmm what's this" her eyes came upon an envelop addressed from her old high school
Dear Theresa Minos
We're glad to inform you that we will be holding your ten-year high school reunion on May 17th of this year. We hope you can attend, it will be a great way to catch up with old friends and get reacquainted with people you may have forgot, we hope to see you their.
Sincerely Ellen Barbel, current principal at New Olympus High School
"Strike one up for the freaky mind powers"
The phone rang in her den
"Hey Theresa?" a voice came from the other end
"Did you get the letter about the reunion?" Atlanta asked
"Yah" she replied
"Do you think you're going?"