Flashback (eBook) - Until Next Time #2

366 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 08/19/2016
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-92-9
  • Model: 72802 words

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High school's hard. It's even harder when your past--or past life--comes back to haunt you.

Senior Jack Vander Zee seems to be living the dream. He made the All Iowa Football Team, he's the star of his own YouTube show, and it looks like he's getting a full ride to college. Jack's dreams, however, are more like memories...memories of a soldier from the Vietnam War and a girl named Christine.

Ivy Drake moves to Newton, Iowa, for her senior year in high school. Moving senior year is hard, and it's even harder when Ivy starts dreaming about stuff from 1969. The dreams feel more like memories of a girl named Christine and her boyfriend Johnny.

Jack and Ivy meet, and Jack knocks Ivy off her feet, literally, onto the high school track in front of...well, pretty much everyone. Jack and Ivy have an immediate connection that grows stronger as they discover their dreams may actually be memories of another couple from the past. Jack and Ivy try to reconnect in the twenty-first century while dealing with frenemies, a potential murderer, and senior year.





The cornfield dream kept replaying over and over in my mind.

My heart was racing as I fled through the field of corn. Corn stalks seemed to reach out and grab my arms and legs, slowing me down as I ran. I knew I had to escape from someone or something. I just didn't know who or what it was. I glanced over my shoulder looking for the threat. Damn. I tripped then started to fall...

Remembering the dream caused my pulse to quicken. How weird was that? Obviously my angst--angst, great word--over the move to Iowa was causing the nightmares. Maybe when we actually arrived in Newton, the dreams would end. Endings... Today was definitely about endings.

The lyrics to "Leaving on a Jet Plane"--one of my dad's favorite songs--played in my head. Ironic, or a coincidence, the song was featured last week on Flashback 1969. The song was super appropriate for today. It would be even better if the song was "Leaving in a Minivan".

Hmm...just doesn't sound as cool.

Plane or van...didn't matter. Saying goodbye totally sucked. Taking a deep breath, I walked slowly down the driveway. Alex, Erica, Claire, and Audrey were leaning against Alex's car.

"Thanks for coming," I said softly as I tried really hard not to cry. Claire ran up the remainder of the drive and hugged me so tightly that it was hard to breathe. We clung to each other as we walked to Alex's car.

Audrey wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. "I'm going to miss you so much." She smelled liked cotton candy, super-sweet Audrey.

"Hey, my turn." Alex gently pushed Audrey out of the way. "Ivy and I have been friends the longest. We went to pre-school together."

Then Erica came up and hugged me and Alex at the same time.

"Okay, no more hugging," Audrey said. "We have a present for you."

Alex pulled a large package from the trunk of her car and placed it in my arms.

I tore the wrapping from the package and carefully examined the poster. It was pictures of us. Once again I fought the tears. "This is savage. I love it. I really, really love it."

"Look at this. It's from kindergarten. We were so cute." Erica pointed to the picture.

Glancing at my friends then looking at the photographs documenting our lives together caused a lump to form in my throat. Losing my dad, leaving my friends, moving to Iowa... A girl can only take so much. My eyes started to sting, and I knew I was going to cry...again.

"I think you're missing the most important point," Claire said, pointing to the captions under each picture. "It's to help you review for the vocab on the college entrance exam. We know you love big words."

I wiped my eyes and read the caption under the photograph of our first day of kindergarten. "Oh my God," I said as I started to laugh.

"No, really." I then read the caption aloud: "Alex, Erica, Claire, Ivy, and Audrey suffer from hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia as they enter kindergarten."

Alex was sniffing, struggling not to cry as she laughed. "Do you see the irony? We're standing under the word wall. Look. The biggest word is and. " Alex pointed at the photograph. "I guess when you're five, and seems like a big word."

"I did the tie-dye background," Erica said. "We have your two obsessions, big words and the 1960s, with your favorite people...us."

"Hi, girls," Mom called from the top of the driveway. "They have cell phones and wireless Internet in Iowa. I know. It's really quite shocking, but true." She was shaking her head and laughing as she walked toward us. It was great to hear her laugh.

"Come on, ladies. Give me a hug," she said as she embraced each of the girls. "You have been great friends. You know you are always welcome to visit us at our new home. It's only a five-hour drive."

"Look at the poster we made for Ivy, Mrs Drake," Audrey said as she turned it to Mom.

"This is great," Mom said with a smile. "It will be perfect in Ivy's new room. Nice use of multisyllabic words." She paused. "Way to support her addiction."

"Ivy, we need to go. I'll back out the van, and you can give your friends one more hug."

Mom drove the minivan to the street. I opened the back door and put the poster inside. "Bye," I said as I got into the car.

"Wait," Claire shouted waving frantically. "I forgot to give you your reading material." She handed me the latest issue of Seventeen. "It's got everything you need to know to start the school year right."

I looked at our house for the last time, then waved at the girls until they were out of sight. Tears rolled slowly down my cheeks as I stared out the window, seeing nothing.

"Well, that was hard," Mom said to the windshield. She reached over, grabbed my hand, then gave it a squeeze.

"Mom, why don't you tell me a little about Newton? I Googled it, but didn't find out much."

"What did you learn?"

"Um, it was on 60 Minutes in a show called "Anger in the Heartland". I watched the video. It was kind of depressing. The town looked cute, but it looked kind of--I don't know--barren. I also checked out the high school website. I'm really glad you forced me to submit a video for cheerleading tryouts. The captain friended me online, and now I'm friends with the entire squad." I stared out the window for a moment. "Mom, why didn't we visit Newton when Daddy was alive?"

"It's complicated." She looked out the side-view mirror, passed a car, then continued, "You know I have an older sister--or had an older sister. Anyway, she disappeared or left town in the early 1970s around the time I was born. My parents would never leave town because they were waiting for her to come home. When I graduated from high school, I was determined to force my parents to leave Newton, even for only a few days at a time. Christine hadn't contacted them in seventeen years. I don't know why they thought she was going to show up at the house one day, seriously." Mom sounded kind of mad. She was apparently a little bitter over the whole thing. My aunt's name was Christine. Who knew?

"Anyway, at first, Grandma and Grandpa refused to visit me at college. My sophomore year at Iowa State, my dad started visiting me when he realized I was not coming back. I refused to go home for holidays. Summer? It was pretty miserable. Finally, after you were born, they started traveling together to see you. So, we just never had a reason to go there, because my mom and dad came to our house for the holidays." She paused and took a deep breath, "I know this move is difficult for you. It seemed like the right thing to do. Everything about St. Louis reminds me of your dad. I just couldn't stay. I'm sorry, honey. I wanted to make it work until you graduated, but it was too hard, even hard to breathe. For some reason, Newton was the only place I wanted to live. I actually loved growing up in a small town. I don't think you are going to hate it."

Not hate it. Well, I guessed that was something to look forward to--not hating it. "Well, that's interesting. What do you think happened to Aunt Christine? You've never talked about her before. I don't think I even knew her name."

"I don't know. It was the early '70s. Maybe she hitchhiked to California and joined the peace movement or something. My parents never talked about her, but her pictures were displayed all over the house." Mom stopped talking for a moment. "I named you in honor of her, the sister I never knew. Maybe I thought my parents would stop worrying about my sister Christine if they had another one in the family."

"My middle name is Christina." My mom named me after a sister she didn't know but obviously resented? Weird.

"I added the A on the end because your dad liked how it sounded. Ivy Christina Drake." Mom turned on the radio. She was done talking.

I was moving to Newton, Iowa.

Maybe it wouldn't be horrible. The girls I'd met online seemed nice, and the pictures of their friends and parties looked like ours. Okay, maybe the picture of people at a party in a barn--a real barn with real farm equipment surrounded by a cornfield--wasn't the same. But different could be okay.

"I love John Mellencamp. I love this song," Mom said, interrupting my musings.

I listened for a moment. "Mom, 'Small Town', really?" I turned up the volume.

"Oh, the irony," she said with a laugh as she play-punched me on the shoulder. We sang...really loud and really badly.

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In addition to being a writer, Costanzo is a National Board Certified Social Studies Teacher, a NCSS National History Teacher of the Year, and a former flight attendant for Trans World Airlines. Costanzo combines her passion for history and her world travels to create memorable characters and settings, both past and present.

Liz earned her B.S. from the University of Iowa and her M.A.Ed. from the University of Missouri-Columbia. Liz Costanzo lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

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