Shay left the home of the elderly, fixed-income couple living in the house Habitat Housing would begin working on soon and turned down the walk toward the black Tahoe with tinted windows where her bodyguard waited to driver her to her next destination—the home that volunteers would work on over the weekend.
Her thoughts drifted back to the previous evening, to the Halloween party she had enjoyed with her time-traveler… friends. Shay was somewhat unsure if that was the term. Years of awkwardly navigating social situations had resulted in her not really knowing how to classify the people she had found herself connected to by virtue of sharing the time-traveling experiences.
The Halloween party had been very fun. Yet, even in picking costumes, Shay had found herself oddly divergent. The other girls had put together costumes that were a lot more… playful than hers. She had imagined they thought her prudish or otherwise out of touch.
But, Shay thought, it was fun. It as a good step toward… something. Revamping herself socially, she decided, was like remodeling a rundown house. Improvement came step by step.
When everyone decided to watch scary movies, she hadn’t known where to sit and had just plopped onto the floor. She had been surprised when Devon insisted she join him, Kent, and Emma on a sofa. As she thought about it, staying on the floor would have been the strange, unsocial—awkward—kind of behavior she wished to put behind her.
As she thought about it, she was really happy that Devon and Emma had been sure to include her. They were thoughtful.
Step by step, Shay thought, she’d learn how to be… how to be a normal friend, how to be comfortable with others, how to enjoy the growing relationships among the group.
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