Written by Anya Ranier (pseudonym)
Isaac works a desk job. Don’t ask me what. I can’t recall.
Mari sends pics and postcards from Paris to Claire in the hospital.
Audrey’s talent found the limelight, like I always expected she would.
Amelia’s barely scraping by after she gave everything she could.
Bethany’s trying her hand at school. I hope this time she gets in.
Phillip landed himself behind bars and Jay’s been put on commitment.
Robbie nearly overdosed, while Kayla just got married.
Hailey’s on tour in the Middle East, though that’s not who she used to be.
Ryan works the overnight shift and still can’t afford a home.
Lizzie’s got two kids to tuck in before she goes to bed alone.
Madeline was class president. Now she sells her soul online.
David got detention each week, yet now he’s doing just fine.
Emily is currently six feet under. I wish I’d gotten to know her well.
I heard down the grapevine something about Nate, but it’s not my story to tell.
Jack escaped with perfect timing, running far from this sleepy town.
I’m not really sure what happened to Grace. I haven’t seen her around.
Relatively speaking, I’m doing alright, even though I’m more lost than ever,
while it feels like everyone else around me is moving on a lot better.
They say our twenties are a time to explore while we are at our prime,
so why does it seem like now more than ever we’re running out of time?
