Tonight, I've done something I swore I'd never do once I left high school; tonight, I've gone to my class reunion.

Admittedly, I still feel justified in that past assertion. I was considered one of the "freaks" and had no friends. There were students that made my life a living hell back then, so much so that I used to cry into my pillow each night.

So why in the name of all that's holy (and logical) am I back at the reminder of this dark chapter of my life?

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This was sketched almost immediately after the first drawing of her. I like this scene.