Ally had avoided
the five and ten year
high school reunions.
Explaining to her high school tormentors
why she was still a struggling server
in LA made her cringe.
But it was year 15,
she had her own show,
and now she was ready to go.
She entered the reunion
in a daring red gown.
They asked her and her actor fiance
for selfies.
They reminisced,
tweaking her traumas
to sound like nostalgic memories.
They chose her to make the toast.
She raised her glass:
“This is to the Ally you’ve forgotten.”