The Anchor Point
Language: en
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. "Class of 2016? Lincoln High burned to…