Roxanne Blaise Ramirez. The badass girl in all of high-school. A troublemaker yet smart. Rivals with Mason Rockwell to be the best in class. Had a crush on Felix Sinclair.
In high-school, I was quite the handful for teacher. A rebellious girl who would always get into fights. My best friend was and is Mayven Chase. The complete opposite of me.
They say opposites attracts. Maybe that's what happened between me and my best friend. Mayven would make the best female main character in a book, or maybe a movie. She has a boyfriend, Luke Jones and a whole lot of drama in her life when she was in high-school.
But now, the story is about me.
Felix Sinclair. Not really the high-school crush. Not many people even knew he existed. He was the typical shy guy. In all of my years in high-school, I've only seen him around a certain group of friends, which were only two people. He's the type of guy to avoid girls. Or anyone really. Felix Sinclair was smart. He would usually top third in academics. I would be second.
And first?
An idiot called Mason Rockwell.
He would ace all the exams. He was the smartest in all of the school. He was the President of the student council.
And he would rub it all in my face. An annoying snob.
The last thing I remember about them?
The graduation day.
Mason Rockwell got Valedictorian. I expected him to rub it in my face, like he usually does. Surprisingly enough, he didn't.
After his speech, I was taking pictures with my friends. I got a picture with Felix, and that was the happiest moment for me. I shook his hand and wished him good luck for the future. He just gave me a shy smile.
At least it was something.
Straight after graduation, I had to go to the airport to catch a flight to New York. I had gotten accepted into Cornell University to study civil engineering.
So at the school, my dad came to pick me up to drop me off at the airport. My friend, Jasmine, told me that Mason wanted to tell me something.
I thought it would be him rubbing something into my face that he got accepted into a very prestige college, and I didn't want to waste my time, so I told her to tell him that I have no time and that I have a flight to catch. He wanted to tell me anything or rub anything in my face, he could tell me through an email or a text message.
I didn't get anything. There was a possibility that I finally shut him up for good.
That was 8 years ago.
Sometimes I think back and wonder if it was anything important he wanted to tell me. That maybe he regrets being a snob?
Unlikely for that.
Right now, I'm 26 and I'm returning to Wisconsin for an important event. Back to the same place where I graduated high-school from.
My older sister was getting married and asked me to be her maid of honor.
How could I decline?
I was able to become successful in starting my own business. Really successful. Right now, I need a vacation.
I'm not going to be one of those workaholic bosses. And right now, my older sister's marriage was perfect for a little break from work and the company.
I told everyone to NOT contact me while I'm away and if there's any urgent business, contact the managers. That's why they're hired.
I know. I'm an amazing boss. People love me. (That was sarcasm by the way. I don't know if you could tell by reading that.)
I arrived at the airport in Wisconsin and there was my sister holding up a paper with my name written in bold letters.
My sister and I are rather close. We fight a lot like normal siblings do obviously, but there are times where we do bond over things.
My sister is way shorter than I am. She's 5'3, with golden tanned skin, hazel brown eyes, and freckles. My sister is very sweet person, however if you piss her off, it's your funeral.
"Roxy!" She smiled bright as she gave me a hug. "How are you doing?"
"In a desperate need of a vacation." I hugged her back.
She laughed.
I put my stuff in the trunk of the car and we headed to my parents house where I would be staying.
I was greeted by my mom who was waiting out on the front porch. Not even a single hello, welcome back or how was your trip? Instead she said:
"Ay, niña. You look thin, come and eat."
After eating, I went to the bathroom to wash my face.
In the mirror was a tall tanned women, with hazel brown eyes and arched eyebrows with a scar on the left one. My hair was brown and wavy will my upper back, with a streak of electric blue on the front right side. It was fading. I dyed it years ago and always made sure it never lost it color.
Now, I've been too busy for it, and like the fun times of a teenager faded away, so did the color.
I left the bathroom to my old room.
Still neat and not a single speck of dust. My father always cleaned it, incase we ever came to visit.
It was still the same. Nirvana posters on the wall, my guitar in its case. The bed properly made. All the trophies and medals I won from school over the past year. As I was examining the room, I spotted a picture. Since when did I have that there?
It was the picture of a math competition our school went for to compete against other schools when I was in 9th grade. We won of course.
It was me in the middle, putting my arms around Mason and Felix, while they held the trophy.
Felix, had a fair skin tone, short messy dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes that one would easily get lost in. He wasn't taller than me at that time. But in 10th grade he had a massive growth spurt.
Meanwhile Mason on the other hand, was already taller than me at that time. Still was during graduation, and still is. And I am 5'10 right now, so he must be a giant now. He had medium black wavy hair and heterochromia eyes. The left one emerald green and the right, chestnut brown.
I forgot about this photo. I forgot about this day.
I missed my high-school friends even more than ever.
I got a call from Mayven.
"Heyy!"
"What's up, Mayven?"
"I know you're pretty busy and everything, but we planned a high-school reunion, where all of us is going to be there in Wisconsin to our old high-school. Now, your probably going to say no-"
"I'll come. I'm in town for my sisters wedding actually. When is it?"
"You're coming?" Her voice sounded surprised, then she spoke with excitement. "Next week! And since you're in town, would you like to meet up later?"
"Yea, sure. It's been too long."
"Great! I'll see you then! Byeeee!"
"Bye."
Don't judge me, I'm a very dry person.
A high-school reunion.
Who knows what else life had planned for me?