Carillon Arksington
February 12, 2006 8:08 AM
Paranoidal Tendencies by Carillon Arksington
Carillon slid gingerly into the armchair, keeping a sharp lookout for them. Of course, he didn't know if the them here would pat and coo at him like the ones back home in Georgia.It was bad enough in the summer when they would stop by Mr. Foley’s store, where he had taken on a summer job, and watch him as he stocked the shelves. In offended dignity, he'd allowed them to coddle him although he was just seething inside. His usually clear blue eyes turned a darker shade at the memories and he kicked mindlessly at the table leg near his foot.
To make things worse, working at the store just made him, in his opinion, shorter. All that time lugging boxes and labeling the items were just a waste. He didn't grow taller although Elaine protested that he grew an inch. He was still little short Cari whom the (he shuddered) girls found adorable and whom he, in turn, abhorred with all his being.
Alice, his eldest sister, once remarked that he was still in the cootie stage. Well, he wasn't going to grow out of that stage any time soon.
He was so absorbed in his fuming that he almost didn't see the book flying right toward his face.
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