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Tracy Island, Tuesday April 10th, 2068. 12:30pm.
Walking lazily along the soft stretch of almost white sand had definitely been a good decision. The warm breeze and the constant swishing of the tide lapping the edge of the beach had a calming soothness to it, and it was here that time was forgotten.
~Well, almost, thought Elise as she squigged her toes into the sand. Things had been fairly quiet since the team left for the rescue in London. Those not going had wandered off to busy themselves with other things, but Elise had taken the opportunity to be alone, and just try to relax.
A movement on her left interrupted her thoughts, and as she turned towards that direction, a small object flew past her and landed with a 'plop' into the water. It was shortly followed by another, then another. As she began to walk towards the source of the 'plopping' objects, another flew by and this time, its flight was accompanied by an angry "Hurumpf!"
Curious, she walked up a small sand dune, and there, sitting on the other side, was Tyler. He had a very scrunched up, angry look and he seemed determined to launch all the small things in a pile beside him into the vast ocean beyond. Elise watched him for a moment, then spoke.
"You know, if you stand up, you might be able to throw them farther."
Tyler didn't turn towards her, nor did his expression change as he replied, "I don't care!"
"Tyler, isn't it?" asked Elise. She'd seen him around often, but usually from a distance, and had never really spoken to the younger siblings.
"Yeah, so?"
"Would you mind if I joined you? I kinda sometimes feel the way you are."
This time Tyler did look at her, although his face was still scrunched up, with eyebrows firmly pointed down, and his forehead wrinkled. Elise sat down next to him, absently looking at his pile of things. Small rocks, twigs, pieces of old toys and broken shells made up most of the pile. She leaned back on her arms and quietly watched as Tyler threw some more stuff at the waves.
"Why are you so mad, Tyler?"
"What's it to you!" he shot back defensively. Almost immediately his small shoulders slumped, and looking down at his pile he mumbled, "I got grounded."
She thought for a moment, and then trying to hide a small smile, said, "Really? Join the club, little guy. I got grounded, too."
Tyler's head shot up and he looked puzzled. "You? You got grounded?"
"Yep!"
"But you're a team member! How did you get grounded?"
Elise had to let the smile out. His little face was so innocently bewildered. He was thinking she had been 'grounded' the same way he had!
Bless him! she thought. "Long story. How about you? What did you do?"
Tyler looked at the waves again. "Fighting with Alex over the stupid games in the game room. It was my turn, and he ALWAYS butts in, and then I get the blame, and then Mom comes in and then...."
He was becoming quite agitated and Elise held up a hand. "Hey, slow down there!"
The boy relaxed a little. "So, then what happened?"
"Alex blamed me and so I told him to shut-up and he was mean, and then we started to argue and Mom grounded us both." He was now pouting. "I wish I didn't have any brothers or a sister sometimes. Then I wouldn't get grounded."
"When I was your age, Tyler, I always wished for brothers and sisters."
"Why?"
He looked up at her, and returning his look, she simply replied, "So I'd have someone to play with, and fight with." Tyler almost smiled at that last remark.
"I guess it's sometimes tough, being part of a big family, isn't it?" she said, thinking more about herself fitting in with the Tracy clan, but also understanding the little boy's frustration.
"Sure is. Ms. Collins? Who grounded you?"
Biting back a laugh, she put on her most honest face and said, "Your mom."
Tyler's eyes widened to the size of small saucers. "MOM?! Wow!"
"Yep! Your mom grounded us both, tough guy!" she ruffled his hair until he actually laughed, and then the two sat and quietly threw the remains of his pile out to sea.
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