New Beginnings, Episode 1, Part 1

The Correspondent

People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.


The rest of the school year past quickly. No one missed me at prom, I don’t think anyone realized that I should have been there. I never saw Shelby again. He just disappeared. No one asked me about it, or about him. Mom told Mendez what happened and he just let it go. I could see the ‘I told you so’ on his lips the few times I saw him, but he never said the words.

I wanted to throw everything away, to get rid of everything that made me the Correspondent, but my mom wouldn’t let me. She helped me box everything up and then we dismantled my alcove. We finished cleaning the Correspondent out of my life the same week I graduated. Having so much ending on the same weekend was too much for me, so I spent the whole day of my graduation hiding in my room, ignoring my mom’s pleas that I should be enjoying the day.

When I finally stopped moping around it was dinner time. I wandered out of my room, hoping that someone had made supper, and found that I was alone in the house. There was a note on the counter, held in the beak of a wooden duck, that said ‘We went to Sally’s graduation party.’ Having spent all day just wanting to be left alone, I was disappointed that I was alone.

What I needed to do was get out of the house and get away from my life. I had spent the last year being a superhero and it was time to get away from everything that reminded me of the Correspondent. First things firsts, I needed a shower.

I turned the water up as hot as I could stand and let the water wash away everything. The hot water heater gave up before I did, but I felt more human when I finally climbed out of the shower. I quickly dried my hair, and pulled it back in a pony tail. Digging through my closet I found the riding pants that my mom had made me buy when I bought the crotch rocket.

Since I had no other mode of transportation I was going to have to get back on the bike. It was the one thing I hadn’t gotten rid of or boxed up, because motorcycles are awesome. I put on the riding pants and a t-shirt. I grabbed my riding jacket and helmet and walked to, what was formerly the Alcove, the garage.

The bike just looked fast. Its angles were angry and its engine big enough to get me in trouble. It was precisely what I needed. I put my helmet and gloves on, swung my leg over the bike and started the engine. The thrum of the engine between my thighs made me feel alive. Putting the bike in gear I shot out of the garage, out of the condo complex and onto the road.

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Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.