"How was school, honey?" Scuffling of feet and chairs on hardwood could be heard as the family sat themselves to dinner. "Pass the ketchup?"

A young, high school girl handed the red bottle over to her father. "We had another failed student council meeting," she groaned, "I swear our class is the least spirited year of our school!"

"They can't be that bad," her mother passed her a napkin that she'd been reaching for, "Especially since they have the best president out there."

"Mom," the daughter sighed, "I keep planning all of these fundraisers but the council is literally the only kids that ever attend! We don't have a budget! And no spirit! We didn't even have a class skit for spirit day."

"Lizzie, darling, you're a bright young girl. I'm sure that the reason you're president is so that you can motivate them," her mother reached over and patted her head, "If anyone can save the least spirited year, it's you!"

"I agree with your mother, sweetheart," her father chuckled and placed the ketchup back in the middle of the table, "Who can do it better than you?"

Lizzie smiled at her parents comments, "I guess you two have a point...But I've been busy with other things. You know." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"The class reunion?" Her mother waved around an invitation, "Really, though. I never thought that you would end up organizing it."

Lizzie stared at the invitation on the table. It was typed up (she'd actually printed it off of Microsoft Word after writing it), somewhat bland (she didn't want to waste the color printer's ink), and a bit formal (wouldn't it be more convincing to know that the reunion was organized). "I didn't think I'd organize it either," she admitted, "In truth, it didn't even cross my mind until the conversation came up with Ryan."

"But did you two really have to send it out a week prior to the scheduled date?" Her dad frowned, "Mailing is somewhat slow too. Imagine if they got the invitation two days before the date! Or even one! Who would go on such short notice?"

"We wanted to make the reunion the day that we made our time capsule," Lizzie brushed back her hair sheepishly, "Like, an anniversary sort of thing? Except it's just more like a one time thing."

Her dad sighed, "You'd think that the president and the captain of the swim team would've organized something like this better."

"Hey, honey, don't be so harsh on her," his wife flicked his nose, "Sweetie, I think it's wonderful that you get to meet all of your friends again! Like that one boy...what was his name? Frederick? Felix?"

"No, no, he's a Hispanic kid," her father reminded his wife, "So it must've been Pablo!"

Lizzie stared at her parents, "Are you serious?"

They waited for her response, poker faces activated.

She sighed, "No, it's not Frederick and it's not Felix. And dad, just because a kid is Hispanic, doesn't mean he has an Hispanic name. I mean, sure that's mostly the case because culture-"

"Let's not get political here," her dad reminded her.

"Okay, okay," Lizzie nibbled on a piece of chicken, "It was Felipe."

"YES!" Her mother slammed on the table, earning her a raise of eyebrows from her family. "FELIPE," she shrieked, stabbing her fork into the air, "The boy you had a crush on!"

"Mom, sheesh, you're embarrassing me," Lizzie could feel the blush spreading across her face, "That was in elementary school. And this isn't about him, this is about opening the time machine with everyone."

"Mhmm, and who would this everyone be?" Her mother sat herself back down.

"Well, you already know Ryan's going to be there. But I'm also hoping that everyone else comes. Felipe, sure, but there's more than him. There's Lao, Markus, Elena, Eddie, Mary, Natashia, heck even Adam!" Her parents stared at her. "What? Is there ketchup on my face?"

"You're reminding us how small your class was," Her father chuckled.

"I mean, it was relatively small," Lizzie reflected, "I can remember everyone. But of course, some people stood out. Felipe, obviously, he was quite the runner. He was pretty good at rallying the class up too," she smiled at the memories, "He was a natural born leader, always up to no good with his mini-squad of Lao and Eddie-"

"And you," her dad interrupted.

Lizzie squeaked, "No, not me! I just tagged along sometimes! It was mostly just Felipe and Lao up to no good. They'd always start the tag games or the stupid playground wars. And everyone got dragged into it." Her parents exchanged looks, as if thinking 'here she goes again'.

"And everyone used to tease Adam for picking his nose," Lizzie continued on, "But that was only because we were bored. When we had other things to do, no one really gave a second thought about his nose-picking." She babbled her parents ears off for the rest of the dinner, and they knew that it wouldn't be the last time they would be hearing of this.