note: This is based on a dream my friend had. I just wrote it 'cause she wanted me to.

Part 1

I sat in the corner, trying to drown out the crazy hip-hop music blasting from the stereo. I forced a grin onto my face as a group of my friends dashed past me toward the food table.
"Why am I here?" I muttered to myself. "This party is so-"
I cut myself off as three of my friends - Jordan, Ales, and David - came up to me.
"Jordan's gonna show us his new car," David informed me with a grin. He had to shout to be heard over the music. "You wanna come?"
I shrugged. "I don't think so..."
Something small flashed through the air towards me. I held up a hand instinctively to block it. I caught the object and opened my hand to see what it was.
The keys to Jordan's sports car. I snapped my head up to stare at him. He nodded slowly, grinning.
I stood up, closing my hand around the keys. "Let's go."

I jerked the wheel to the right, speeding around the corner onto Oak St. The headlights of the car illuminated a small figure on the sidewalk.
"Hey, that kid doesn't have arms!" Alex exclaimed as we sped past the figure.
"Turn the car around, Flute Boy," Jordan instructed.
I rolled my eyes at the nickname. My name, Len, is a Native American name that means "flute." The moment I had told Jordan the translation of my name, Flute Boy was born.
I made a U-turn and parked across the street from the kid. It looked like he was playing hopscotch.
"What are we doing here, guys?" I sighed, glancing out the window at the kid. It didn't look like he knew we were here.
"We're asking him what it's like without arms," Jordan replied as if it were obvious.
"Then what are we still doing in the car?" David asked impatiently.
"I dunno, guys...maybe we shouldn't," I said hesitantly.
Jordan chuckled. "C'mon, Flute Boy, where's the harm?"
I had an answer, but apparently Jordan didn't want one. He hopped out of the car, followed by David. Alex stared at me for a moment. "Y'know, Len..." he began, then sighed. He shook his head in mock disapproval and crossed the street.
I got out of the car with a groan and followed them across the street to the boy. Jordan grabbed my arm and pushed me in front of the three of them.
"Say something, Flute Boy!" Jordan hissed in my ear.
"Wh-what's it like to have no arms?" I stammered, crossing my arms threatiningly after a painful nudge from Alex.
The kid stared up at me. The fear glimmering in his eyes tore my heart in half.
"Um...I dunno," the kid squeaked.
"What's your name, pipsqueak?" David demanded, looming over the boy.
"M-mommy said not to talk to strangers," he replied as bravely as he could.
Jordan, David, and Alex snickered in unison. The boy looked over at me, the only one not laughing.
Jordan too a step closer to the kid, and the small boy sprinted away. He almost tripped as he hurried up the walkway to a sand-colored house.
"Fun's over, guys, he's gone to get his Mommy," Jordan laughed as he turned back toward the car.
"What fun?" I muttered as I followed my so-called friends back across the street.