#Write a short story entitled "the reunion"
Can anyone write for me this story?
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Taking a sip from my take-out latte, I scan the platform for any sign of Cheryl. She’s already fifteen minutes late and the knot in my stomach intensifies as I glance at my watch. She’s always late; it usually doesn’t bother me that much, but today it does. Today, it’s just another reminder that I don’t want to be here.
Every year it’s the same and every year I swear will be my last. The first weekend in October is our reunion weekend. The weekend when Cheryl and I travel to York and meet up with Cathy and Arabella in order to pretend we’re all great friends. If we were being truthful about the whole business though, we were friends for a brief window of time in our early twenties. It’s been over twenty years however since we could call ourselves friends in the truest sense of the word and, for me, these weekends only serve to emphasise that.