Flotsam

The four of them came together at the end of grade ten. Their odd edges fitting together almost seamlessly.

They’d met in third period. Assigned seating. The teacher wanted tables instead of individual desks. There were rumours, of course. And gossip. They shrugged it off, the same way they’d each drifted away from their former social groups. Until they broke away completely.

Two of them had summer school, and the other two would wait outside, and then they’d all go down and spend the rest of the afternoon on the river, sometimes swimming out to the smooth stones in its middle.

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