Gemotions

"Oh, come *on*!" Maya spat, pushing away from her desk with a screech of her chair legs. The invitation, with its picture of a smiling group of teenagers, lay like a landmine on her perfectly organized workspace. She knew exactly who was behind this; Brenda, queen of the social butterflies and the one person she truly loathed from those days.

Her hands clenched. She had built a career, a life that was miles away from the small town she grew up in. They’d likely all be bored and gossiping about husbands and children and her, the "brainy" one who went off and... well, she would not show up.