Well, I think it's morbid curiosity. I want to see what "my fellow" classmates are up to now that they're adults….especially those that emotionally tortured me. The childish part of me hopes that they're all suffering in their (presumably) low paying jobs.

Hey, I'm allowed to have childish thoughts...jeez. The other reason is what I have in my paw, a glass of wine which tastes sooo good right about now.

So far, no one has approached me which is kinda disappointing because I want to show everyone how far I've come. A small voice tells me to stop being a jerk and I cool it a bit. In getting my second glass, I reflect that perhaps everyone's still afraid of me.

Maybe it's just as well, I mayn't have to lie about what I do for a living….this time.

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Hmmmm more background _{She has issues (rightly so)}

I should've drawn her holding the wine glass….

[Edit] Minor dialogue correction