August 1, 2009

The ID -Four

From the monkey bars the little girl named Allie could see the boy being hauled away by the officer towards the police car. Beside her Andy mumbled, "Good I'm glad he's leaving."

Allie turned and glared at Andy. In some sense she felt sorry for him because he had once told her his mother had shoved diet pills down his throat and called him a fatty. In another sense she hated him because of what he'd done to the boy. She would never be his girlfriend, never.

She turned her attention back to the boy and realized he was watching her. There was a sudden sadness in her eyes, but then he smiled. Allie sucked in her breath, but smiled back at the boy. But the moment was interrupted by Andy's sudden laughter and a threat that made her cringe. "If you tell anyone, you're dead."

Allie thought back to that day on the playground when Andy had pushed her to the ground because she'd said she wouldn't be his girlfriend. It was the first time she'd seen the boy who always stayed to himself, punch Andy in the stomach and make him cry.

"Don't ever push her." She remembered hearing the boy say and then he'd helped her up from the ground and asked her if she was okay. It was a moment she would never forget.

Now she watched again as the officer motioned for the boy to get in the back of the police car. She watched as he turned back to her and mouthed words she could not understand because her vision had blurred from the tears that were flowing down her face. She closed her eyes for only a moment hoping that this was all just a dream, but when she opened them he was gone and the police car was still very much real as it pulled out of the parking lot and headed off with the boy she loved and always would.