“Don’t touch me!” I yell, pushing the hand away.

Ellie holds up her hands and frowns. “Sorry! I didn’t mean anything. I just saw you walking and wondered where you were going,” she said and I don’t know if she is going to be mean or not. Her eyes are frowning but I can’t tell if she is angry.

“Are you mad at me?” I ask.

Ellie frowns again, her mouth turns down. “Why would I be mad at you?” she said.

“You’re frowning and your mouth looks mean. I thought that meant you were mad,” I tell her.

Ellie’s mouth isn’t turned down anymore. She is smiling. I know this means she is happy. And then she laughs and my stomach feels like bugs crawling around inside. I like her laugh. It makes me feel good.

“You’re so f**king weird Freaky,” she said.

She called me Freaky. I hate that name! It makes me worse than angry.

“Don’t call me that!” I yell, wanting to hit her.

She frowned again. Why was she frowning so much? I was the one that was mad.

“Okay, I won’t,” she said and then she smiles. I smile too.

I start walking again. I need to get home. I have been standing there too long. I only have twelve more minutes to get there. I haven’t even passed the red barn yet. I know I should have passed it two minutes ago.

“Wait up, Flynn!” Ellie said, running to catch up with me.

“I haven’t passed the barn yet,” I tell her.

“What?” she asks.

I point to the building ahead of me. I should have passed the barn when my watch said three forty-five. Now it is three forty-nine. This isn’t right. I feel anxious.

“Okay, well let’s hurry up then,” Ellie said and starts to run down the road. I don’t like to run but it is already three forty-nine. I should have passed the red barn at three forty-five.

I start to run. We pass the barn at three fifty.

“Where to next?” Ellie asks after we have slowed down.

“The stream with the four rocks. I’ll see it in four minutes,” I tell her, still walking.

“Cool. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the stream with the four rocks,” she said, pushing her shoulder into mine. I move away from her when she touches me even though I kind of like it. Because she is still smiling. She is really pretty, even though her hair is blue now.

“I hate the blue,” I said, pointing to her head.

Ellie touches her hair and her mouth stops smiling. “Me too,” she said. I don’t understand. If she doesn’t like it, why did she make her hair that color?

“Is that the stream?” she asks, pointing. I look down at my watch. It is only three fifty-three. We have gotten to the pond too early. It should have taken four minutes, not three. I start rubbing my hands. Up and down. Over and over again.

“Hey, what is it?” Ellie asks.

“It should have taken four minutes. Not three! Four!” I said, feeling upset.

Ellie laughs. “It’s okay, Flynn. That just means we’ll get to where you’re going that much quicker. No need to get upset about it,” she said.

I look at my watch. Ellie puts her hand over it and I pull away.

“Stop it!” I tell her, feeling mad again.

“Stop looking at your watch. It’s okay if it takes us a little longer. What’s the big deal?”

I point at my watch and the list of times Mom had made. “It was supposed to take four minutes! Not three!” I yell. Why can’t she see it?

Ellie takes the paper and looks at it. “Is this for real?” she asks and I don’t understand what she is saying.

“I’m supposed to be at the purple mailbox in three minutes. See,” I said, pointing to the paper, still feeling upset.

Ellie is frowning again. I like it better when she smiles.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asks me and my stomach twists up. Everyone always asks me that. I don’t understand why they ask me that.

“I have to get to the purple mailbox,” I said, taking the paper from her hands and folding it back up along the creases.

Ellie walks beside me. I don’t want her asking me that question again. That question makes me angry and worried.

“There’s the purple mailbox,” Ellie said and her voice is funny. I look at my watch and am happy to see it has taken three minutes just like Mom said it would.

“Five minutes and I’ll be home,” I said, feeling good. I like being at home.

“Can I come with you?” Ellie asks and she makes a strange noise. Like she is trying to cough up something.

“Stop making that noise. My dog makes that noise when he’s swallowed a bone. Did you swallow something?” I ask her.

Ellie shakes her head. “You say the craziest shit, Flynn. No, I didn’t swallow anything. I was just hoping we could hang out for a while.”

“Does that mean you’re my friend now?” I ask. I hope she is my friend. I want a friend. And I like Ellie. Except when she is mean. Then I don’t like her at all.

Ellie kicks something. “Yeah. I guess so. I’ll be your friend if you want.”

I smile at her. “I really want you to be my friend, Ellie,” I said.

And Ellie is smiling again and I know she is happy.

“I think I like you too, Flynn. Even if you say a lot of weird crap.”

“I’ll try not to say weird crap,” I said. I want her to be her friend. I don’t want to say weird crap and make her mad at me.