Yes, I really wanted to do and say all these things that I’d planned in my head. Some witty decisive comment that would cut her to the core.
I met her at a friend’s party about 20 years later and she was already pretty drunk. She shrieked my name from across the room and embraced me as if I was a long lost friend.
I didn’t know what to do or say. I stood there like a wet lettuce while she told everyone hilarious stories of our school days. I nodded along weakly, frozen to the spot and overwhelmed by some emotion I can’t even identify ( perhaps shame or fear).
I’d like to tell you that her life has been a disaster but it’s not. She’s an accountant with HMRC 
and married with a child.
She is very overweight and quite plain, which made me feel slightly better. But also annoyed with myself for being such a bitch for judging her on her size.
At the end of the party she was so drunk the taxi she called wouldn’t take her. So she staggered back into the party and the hostess asked me to take her home ( she lives near me and I was the designated driver for my partner and I. ) I didn’t know how to say no blush] .
Anyone else with half a brain would have seized the opportunity and dumped her miles from home beside a deep river. But no of course I took her home. Unfortunately she lives in a lovely house in a good part of town.
I’m such a saddo. This is probably why I got bullied by her at school, because I never had the courage to say “ Just fuck off Alison, you’re a fat ugly bully”.