Reclaiming the Sand(14)

We always had been.

Stu put his hand on Flynn’s car door, shutting it just as he was about to pull it open. It felt like we had been transported seven years in the past. The déjà vu was unreal. Here we were, cornering Freaky Flynn, like not a day had passed since we used to throw his book bag to the ground and ripped the pages from his notebooks.

It was like watching a scene from the movie of my life. Only this time Flynn didn’t cower. He still looked extremely uncomfortable, but the Flynn of my memories was a lot meeker. And a lot more volatile.

“I’ve got to go. Move,” Flynn said in that flat, toneless voice I remembered well.

Shane laughed, though it was anything but friendly.

“Whatcha been up to Freaky? I never thought you’d come back to Wellsburg. I thought you had up and left after…”

“Shane!” I barked, cutting him off. Flynn tensed at the sound of my voice. His jaw worked and his hands clasped in front of him as he began to rub them together. He was upset.

“Just wanted to know what he’s been up to. I was trying to be nice,” Shane said, hanging his head like a dog that had been kicked.

Dania watched Flynn in a way I hadn’t seen in a long time. She appeared thoughtful and shrewd. It was a dangerous expression for a girl who thought nothing of tearing others down to make herself feel better.

“You’ve changed a lot Flynn,” she said quietly. Flynn yanked on the door handle but Stu slammed it shut again.

“Move,” Flynn said unemotionally.

“No,” Stu said just as dispassionately.

Stu grabbed Flynn’s keys from his hands and dropped them on the ground. Flynn’s jaw clenched and I could tell that he was getting angry. I had a morbid fascination with wondering how he’d respond. Would he freak out like he used to? Would he hit Stu? Would he throw something?

He rubbed his hands furiously. His fingers working up and down over his skin.

I used to enjoy watching Freaky Flynn go ballistic. It had given me a sick sense of satisfaction to send him over the edge. And when he was finished he would cry, not caring that we stood around and watched him fall apart. We’d laugh at him. Call him names. He had always been an easy target for a group of *s like us.

Even when I had gotten to know him and realized there was more to him than the label we had given him, it didn’t stop me. I hated the joy his pain gave me. But it was a power I couldn’t have anywhere else.

A power I was desperate to have.

But that had been a long time ago. And I was suddenly tired of these high school games. Teasing the poor Aspie kid didn’t hold the thrill it used to.

“Give him his keys, Stu,” I demanded. Dania narrowed her eyes as she looked at me, her hand rubbing her belly absently.

“He can get ‘em if he wants ‘em,” Stu responded shortly.

I walked over and bent down to pick up the keys. When I stood up I held them out, letting them dangle from my fingers. Flynn slowly reached out and took them, careful not to touch me.

He didn’t say anything. And of course he never looked at me.

I had expected nothing less.

“Come on,” I barked. Shane looked confused, Dania looked irritated, and Stu looked downright murderous.

I hadn’t mocked or teased. I hadn’t belittled or bullied.

And I hadn’t been sucked in by his quiet, vulnerable demeanor that resurrected twinges of emotion I hadn’t felt in years.

I turned my back.

I walked away.

I guess there was a first time for everything.





-Ellie-



This felt wrong. I didn’t belong here in my cheap flip-flops held together by Scotch tape and carrying the same backpack that I had in high school.

I stood in the parking lot arguing with myself. One minute I was convinced that this was stupid and I should go home. The next minute I was channeling my inner cheerleader, chanting you can do it over and over again inside my head.

I looked at my watch. I only had five minutes to find my class. It would be so easy to let those five minutes tick by and forget all about my crazy, delusional fantasies of becoming Super Ellie, College Student.

“You look lost.”

I startled and gripped the strap of my book bag tightly against my shoulder.

“Excuse me?” I said shortly.

A girl with fly away brown hair and the worst sunburn I had ever seen pointed toward campus.

“You goin’ that way?” she asked, pulling out a cellphone and tapping at the keys.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” I admitted.

“First day?” she asked.

Was it that obvious that I had no clue what I was doing? I drew myself upright; straightening my spine as I always did when going into a situation I was unsure of. Be it a raging house party where a police bust seemed imminent. Or walking into the break yard my first day at Spadardo’s Juvenile Center, just knowing I’d get my ass jumped before the day was out.

So walking onto the too-pretty-to-be-in-Wellsburg college campus should be a piece of cake. Only I wasn’t feeling so sure of that. And I knew it was better to put out a confidence that I didn’t feel. It established a precedent. It showed people you couldn’t be messed with. That you were strong.

Even if you were being deafened by the voice in your head screaming in terror.