The Anchor Point

Summary

As the Greyhound bus neared the station, my high school class president, Ben, suddenly called.

"Maya! Tonight's the ten-year high school reunion. We're at that Tex-Mex place right across from the old campus. Mr. Miller is already here too."

I smiled and agreed to come. After hanging up, the elderly man sitting next to me on the bus casually asked, "Hey kid, where'd you graduate from?"

Without thinking, I answered, "Lincoln High. Class of 2016."

Suddenly, several older passengers in the surrounding seats snapped their heads around to stare at me.