New Beginnings, Episode 2, 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.


Summer passed in a tornado of activity. My mom and dad got wrapped up in my desire to go to college and together we jumped through the hoops needed for me to get in. I was lucky that I hadn’t totally sucked at school my last year, and had recieved sympathy grades from a couple teachers. Grades wise I was a almost gaurenteed to get in.

Money was a whole other thing. Most of my parents money went in to my dad’s care. It was surprising how quickly the medical expenses added up. At first my parents didn’t want to take out loans, but it quickly became apaprent that loans were the only way I would be going to school.

Kate became my constant companion, when she wasn’t in class in Fort Collins. She ate with my family and was the sibling I never had. As summer wound down, I packed for the next year. What did one pack for their first year of college?

There were lists and suggestions from the school, but I didn’t know what to pack. At first I shoved everything I had into bags, not wanting to forget anything. My mom stopped me, reminding me that home was less than an hour away.

As I picked my way through my belongings I came across my Acme Hero Guide. I chucked it at the trash basket in my room. I wanted nothing to do with the hero world. Realizing that if I left it in the trash some unsuspecting person could grab it, I took it out of the trash and stuffed it into one of the boxes. I would shred it once I was at school.

When I went downstairs with all my stuff my mom was waiting. She had a big box, wrapped in christmas paper.

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing at the box.

“Just a present that I wanted you to have,” she said, “Its wrapped in christmas paper because that is what I had.”

As I reached for it she pulled it back.

“This is for when you have a bad day and need a boost.”

“Oh,” I said.

She helped me load everything into the van. One advantage of having a dad in a wheelchair is that the van is easy to load. Once we all piled in a looked around the van and realized that I might have brought to much stuff.

The christmas paper wrapped box stood out amongst the brown cardboard of the rest of the boxes. Curiousity was eating me up, but I knew that if I opened it right away I wouldn’t have it to look forward to if school got rough.

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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.