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Fiction: The Club [Part 3] (1309 words)

The rest of my day was spent avoiding those four at all costs.  I would linger outside my classes until the last possible moment, and if any of them showed up for that class, I wouldn’t go to it.  I felt like it was a shame that I wouldn’t be staying here too long, because this school was ridiculously trusting of random students just wandering the halls as long as I walked quickly and looked like I was trying to get somewhere.  I managed to make it throughout the rest of the day without any prolonged contact with Gia, Fred, or the other girls whose names I had already forgotten.

As soon as the final bell rang, I was off school grounds.  I secured my bag carefully on my shoulders, and then I ran.  My house was only about a half mile from the school, so I ran all the way there.  I came to a stop at the end of my street to stretch and re-tie my shoelace, before heading towards the house at a more normal pace.  When I got closer, I noticed a guy sitting on the curb near my house.  I tried to think nothing of it, assuming he was some neighborhood kid waiting for a friend or something.  My plan was to blow right past him and lock myself in my room for the rest of the night, but as I approached, he stood and said, “Rosalynn?”

“Oh, Not you too! Listen, I just want to left alone, okay?”

The boy threw his hands up in surrender and just looked at me.  I walked up my yard some, but he didn’t move.  When I was about half way across the grass, he sat back down on the curb, staring out into the street.  I waited for him to leave, but he didn’t seem to have any intention to. “Are you just going to sit there?” I asked, stepping towards him again.

“Yup.” He replied. I hesitated, but then rolled my eyes and sighed.  I went all the way back and sat on the step next to him.

“Call me Rose.”

“I’m Matt.” He stuck out his hand, and I shook it.  He looked back out to the street, and we just sat there for a few minutes in silence.

“So…” I prompted, but Matt just sat there. “You know Gia, Fred, and um.”

“Phoebe and Emma?”

“Yeah. Them.”

“Yeah, I know them.  They are an interesting bunch, aren’t they?”

“Freaks, I believe they called themselves.”

“Yeah.  I’m one of them too.  Everyone in The Club is one.  I just wish we had a better name for ourselves.”

“The Club?”

“They didn’t tell you about The Club?  Well, they are slacking today, aren’t they?”

“So…Are you going to tell me about The Club then?”

“Yeah, okay.”  Matt turned to look at me. “The Club is a group of people who all have some kind of special something or other.   Most everyone in the group calls themselves freaks.  There are thirteen of us that live in town, and a handful or so of others who have moved out-of-town and come back to visit us every once in a while.  We all get together and hang out at this house a few streets over.  A few of us live there, but most people live around the town and just come to visit.  That’s The Club.”  I started at him for a moment, and he just laughed. “Sounds a little anti-climatic, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah.  This club of people with special something or others, and all you do is hang out?”

“Yeah, but really, that’s kind of what I like about it.  We have a place where we can do whatever we want, be ourselves, not be judged, etc, but we aren’t expected to do anything super special like go out and save the world on any kind of regular basis.  In fact, I think it’s safe to say that none of us have saved the world even once.”  Matt stood up and dusted off his pants. “Anyway, you should ask Gia to bring you by tomorrow after school.  Try it out, and if you don’t like it, you can tell us all to screw ourselves and move on.  But hey, you might like us.”

“Why can’t you take me?” I asked, also standing up.

“Because, I’m the mysterious male.  Honestly, Rose, don’t you watch T.V.” He offered me a soft smile. I just stared at him, and he started walking backwards down the street. “Besides, it would probably be better if Gia didn’t know that I was the one who came here to talk to you.  Just, tell her you gave some thought to whatever it is she said today, and let her re-explain the whole thing, okay?”

“What do you mean it would be better if Gia didn’t know?”

“Look, I know I’m getting a little sketchy here, but please just trust me on this, okay?”

I wanted to demand that he explain himself, but his tone was a strange combination of commanding and pleading so I sank down onto the step again and simply said, “Kay.”

“Excellent. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Matt turned to walk away with his hands in his pockets. I watched him until he disappeared around the corner at the far end of the street, then I picked up my bag and headed into the house.

As expected, my Dad wasn’t around.  He tried to spend as much time as possible out of wherever it we are living at the time.  It’s like by not being around the house, people won’t connect us as being related.  I grabbed an apple off the kitchen table, and made my way back to my room.

I wasn’t too concerned with make-up work or other homework because I had skipped a majority of my classes, and I didn’t really think that we’d be in this town long enough to worry about my grades anyway.  Instead, I lay back on my bed and pulled my laptop onto my lap.  I played my Sims game while I tried to forget what was going on in the world around me.  I played for a couple of hours, before I heard movement in the rest of the house.

I had developed this, well, power for a lack of a better word when I was very young.  My mother found it fascinating.  She homeschooled me so that I didn’t have to worry about my power scaring the kids at school or anything.  Dad would hang out with the two of us when Mom made him, but most of the time it was just mom and me. I was okay with that.

But then Mom got sick.  And she didn’t get better.  Dad sent me to school, and over and over again, the schools saw what I could do, and either kicked me out for being strange, or blamed my power on vandalism, and kicked me out for that. Usually, my reputation proceeded me—principals and teachers warned that I might be trouble, and students picked up on the way teachers watched me.  Normally, no one wanted to associate with me—no one wanted to talk to the new kid under a watchful eye.

But here, people did. And they knew my name, my real name. And one of them had displayed a “power” of sorts. And then there was this “Club” of people.

I didn’t really know what to think of it, or how to process it.  Even as I sat through dinner with my silent father, and headed back to my room, I wasn’t sure what was going on in my mind.  It wasn’t until right before I fell asleep that I decided that I would check it out, but more likely than not, this club would be too good to be true.

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Posted by on December 5, 2014 in The Club


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Fiction: The Club [Part 2] (1162 words)

I knew I wasn’t doing myself any favors by getting all worked up with thoughts of getting kicked out of school already, but it was stressful having someone call you a freak right off the bat in a new school.  My desk started to turn more yellow than normal, and I knew that it was only a matter of seconds before it started to glow brightly, and class would be interrupted to wonder why the new girl’s desk had turned neon.  Then I really would be gone.

Just then, I heard Gia’s voice. “Um, Mrs. Dee, Rose here isn’t looking too good.  Do you mind if I take her to the nurses’ office?”

“Does she really need an escort, Miss Pepper?”

“She’s new to the school, so yeah, she needs me to show her where the nurses’ office is.”  Gia didn’t wait for an answer before taking me by the arm, and lifting me out of my seat.  I pulled my arm out of her grip, slipped my bag onto my shoulder, and followed her into the hall. “Glowing, huh? That is a new one.  It’s actually kind of cool.  Is it color coordinated, or just kind of random?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.”  I crossed my arms over my chest and tried to stare Gia down.  Denial and force had worked for me in the past occasionally, I might as well give it a try here. Gia just looked at me for a moment, before grabbing my arm again, trying to lead me down the hallway. “Cut it out.” I almost yelled, pulling my arm out of her grip again. She paused as she watched her hand fade from a glowing red, but then laughed a little.

“Come on, I want to show you something.”  Gia started to head down the hall.  I refused to take a step, and when she looked back and saw me standing stubbornly, she laughed again. “C’mon. I am not going to hurt you; I just want to show you something.”

It’s very difficult to be stubborn and curious at the same time.  I begrudgingly took a few steps forward.  Gia turned around and kept walking.  I kept considering just heading down a different hall way and leaving Gia to head off on her own, but eventually we stopped outside a door and Gia stuck her head inside.  “Excuse me, Mrs. Berkley; I need Fred for a few minutes. I don’t think she’ll be back before the end of class.”

There was a scraping of a chair, and a couple of moments later, Fred appeared with her bag slung over her shoulder. “Hi Rosalynn!” She practically leapt at me, but Gia caught her by the upper arm.  Apparently, Gia did a lot of holding people or pulling them along.

“Call the girl Rose, like she asked, Fred.  Let’s go, I need a favor.”

“Oo! Oo! Do I get to stab you this time?”  Fred smiled and Gia rolled her eyes and began to walk away.  Fred kept smiling, and as she walked, she continued to beg, “Aw, c’mon, please! I haven’t gotten to stab you in a long, long time! It’s my favorite.” I wondered what kind of sick group these people were in.  I began to wonder if “stabbing” was some kind of code and that I’d gotten myself involved with the druggie group this time.

“Do you have a knife on you, Fred?  Didn’t think so. So, no you do not get to stab me.” Okay, maybe not code

“With a pencil then, Puh-lease!”  They had led me into a sort of outdoor alley way in between two of the hall ways in the back of the school, none of the windows facing in our direction.  Fred looked around, and then pulled a pen out of her purse and held it up like a knife.

Gia looked at Fred with an eyebrow raised, but that only made Fred smile wider, so Gia sighed. “Fine. Go ahead. Stab me with the pen.”  Fred squealed, and brought the pen down sharply into Gia’s arm.

Except it didn’t go into Gia’s arm.  The tip of Fred’s pen stopped right on the top of Gia’s skin.  It really looked like Fred had some momentum, but perhaps it was just a parlor trick.

“Here, you try.”  Fred handed me the pen.  I looked at it for a second, then stared back at Fred. “Go on, stab her. It will make you feel better.”  Fred commanded in a sing-song voice.

I looked at Gia, but she just shrugged and said, “Go ahead.” I pulled my arm back, and stabbed as hard as I could into Gia’s lower arm.  It felt like it had made rough contact, but when I looked down, the pen had stopped right on the top of Gia’s skin, just like when Fred tried.

“Won’t break the skin. Can’t hurt me.  I’ve never bled or bruised in my entire life.” Gia smirked, and Fred clapped her hands excitedly.

“And what about you?” I turned to Fred.  For some reason I was starting to get really angry. “If you are a freak too, what’s so special about you?”

“I can’t really show you…I just, get places. I can always get into where ever I want to get into, no problem, no questions asked.  And I can talk to squirrels.”

“You cannot talk to squirrels.” Gia said as if she had said that several times before.

“I can! I can talk to squirrels! You’re just jealous.”

“Yes…I’m so jealous of your conversations with rodents, Fredrika!”

“Whatever, Georgia Anne!”

“You did not just call me Georgia Anne!”

“You did not just call me Fredrika!”

“Well if you two are quite finished.” I started to leave the alley, and after a few strides Gia and Fred fell into step next to me.

“Sorry. We fight sometimes.” Fred said plainly.

“What Fred means is we aren’t always like that. We want you to know you aren’t alone…you actually have a neat little power there, and we would love to get to know you better.”

“Whatever.” We had reemerged in the courtyard, and from the overwhelming number of people I assumed that the first class had let out. A smaller girl with reddish hair bounced up to us followed by a taller girl with light brown hair.  The red-headed girl smiled up at me.

“Hello, Fred. Hello, Gia.  Who is this?”

“Rose.” Gia supplied.

The girl threw out her hand and smiled even wider. “Hi Rose! I’m Phoebe, and this is Emma.” Emma waved her hand.

“What? Are you guys freaks too?” I walked away without waiting for an answer.  I didn’t want to see any of them, talk to any of them, or even been in the same city as any of them.  I didn’t want to be part of their little clique of freaks to just have to turn around and leave again.

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Posted by on December 4, 2014 in The Club


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Fiction: The Club [Part 1] (1220 words)

We had this down to an art now.  My Dad and I had transformed moving to a ballet.  We had moved so many times it wasn’t even funny.  It was partially because my dad had become restless since my mother’s death.  It was partially because my father had become embarrassed of me since my mother’s death. Mom understood me.  Dad doesn’t really like to be around me. So every half year or so, we move.

I didn’t even unpack my things anymore.  I lived out of boxes, so that when Dad announced that it was time to go again, I would be ready within the day.  I never really understood the reasoning. I mean, where ever Dad went he still had to take me with him, but I just followed along anyway.

So, when we moved into Evansville, I figured it would be the same basic thing.  We’d be there for a couple of months, and then Dad would drag us off again.  So, as I headed into Evansville Public High, I fully expected to be completely ignored for a few weeks, then teased for a few weeks, and then packed up and moved out.  It was a routine I had gotten used to.

When I came into the courtyard, I automatically scanned the crowd to see what kind of school I was dealing with.  It was pretty much a school filled with stereotypes.  Cheerleaders were hanging on the arms of the boys in letter jackets.  There were kids with bulky instruments wearing matching awkward jackets.  I scanned the courtyard once more until I found a bench that seemed to be unclaimed by any of the clichés, and sat down to read.  After I had been sitting there a few moment, I was interrupted by a pair of shoes appear right in my line of vision under my book, and stayed there.  I looked up and saw a girl with blonde curly hair standing right in front of, and maybe a little too close to me.

“Hi?”  I asked.

“You’re Rosalynn Angel, Right? We’ve been waiting for a week now for you to show up.  You’re a lot prettier than I thought you would be.  Isn’t she a lot prettier than you thought she would be, Gia?”

I watched as the girl invading my personal space was yanked back.  Behind her was a shorter girl with dark black hair and purple highlights, gripping the blonde girl tightly by the upper arm.  “I’m sorry; you’ll have to excuse Fred.  We don’t let her out a lot.”

“What do you mean? I come to school every day…oh…this is one of those things where I am embarrassing you again, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is.” The taller girl slumped down a bit a frowned.  The other girl rolled her eyes just slightly. “Just chill, okay. Let’ try and approach this like normal people, shall we?”  The shorter girl turned back towards me and smiled.  “Hi, I’m Gia.  This is my friend, Fred.  You just moved into that blue house on Pear Street, right?”

“Um. Yes.”

“You’re Rosalynn Angel, Right?”  Fred prompted.  Gia pulled on Fred’s arm again, and she looked back to her feet.

“Call me Rose.” I replied out of instinct. If I’d been a little quicker on my feet, I would have said something like, “Don’t call me anything” or “To you, I’m No one” or something that someone could have considered clever.  I pushed past both of the girls, and tried to make my way to class, early or not. They’d rattled me a little.  No one ever called me Rosalynn, and no one had used my middle name since my mother died.  I had no idea how these girls knew my full name.  Was it some kind of welcoming committee? If so, why would they use both my given names and not my last name.  I was my mother’s Angel, and I wasn’t going by that name anymore.  Not at all.

I tried to forget about it, and my mother.  I found my way to my first class and gave my teacher the note explaining who I was, and sank into a seat in the back row.  Unfortunately, Gia strolled in only a few minutes after me.

“Great.” I muttered.  I tried to sink further into my chair, but it was no good.  Gia walked quickly to the seat right next to mine.

“Listen. I know Fred is an idiot, Rose, but you have to excuse her. She is a freak, similar to the way I am a freak, but not the same. Also similar to the way you are a freak, but again not the same. However, we aren’t going to force you to be our friends…but if you need us or just want to talk to us, we’re here for you.” Gia whispered so quickly and so quietly that I allowed myself a second to be impressed, but after my second was over, the teacher had already stood up and began to talk.

Let’s face it, Sarah, That girl is a freak.  Something has to be done about her.

I sank even farther in my chair, my father’s words echoing in my head.  How in the world had she already been pegged for the Freak clique already? It didn’t really matter though.  Gia might have thought that she and Fred were freaks, but she didn’t even know the half of it.  I was going to make sure to steer clear of both Fred and Gia.  That way I wouldn’t have to see the looks of shock or disgust on the faces of the “Freaks” of this school.

“Miss Foster?” I snapped my head up to look at my teacher. “Could you do this example for the class?”  I felt like an idiot.  I’d been too enough new schools to know that a lot of teachers like the single out the new kid on the first day, to make sure they were up to speed, but I hadn’t been paying attention to a word she had said. I couldn’t even completely remember what class it was that I was in.  Out of the bottom of my view, I could see my pencil beginning to glow a faint pink.  Snatching it off the table and hiding it in my lap, I looked my teacher in the eye.

“No, uh, I don’t think we covered this back at my old school.”

“Let’s try to pay attention then, shall we?” I nodded, and could see my notebook cover starting to glow pink as well, so I flipped it open and started writing notes to try and distract myself.

I couldn’t help it.  I had to glance over at Gia.  She still had her eyes on the teacher, but I couldn’t miss the slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

She saw it.  I knew that was that.  She would tell Fred what she thought she saw, and then Fred would open her big mouth and tell everyone. Even if no one believed her (It was a crazy story after all) It would only be a matter of time until it got back to my father, and then we would pack up everything and move again, probably to a bigger city this time.  One day. That was a new record, even with me.

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Posted by on December 3, 2014 in The Club


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