Sweltering heat will not deter his determined mind. The young boy knew that it was crucial to embed himself securely within the proper social group this summer before returning back to school in the fall as just another nobody.
He has spent countless hours alone, planning, plotting, and practicing the right moment at which he will show them how he's transformed from the little boy they thought they once knew. Today is the day. Clear skies, a sense of freedom in the air, and the will to succeed have all collaborated to align his path.
His childhood bedroom now barren of his former playthings, awaits new interests and hobbies to fill it's walls.
They're all there, sitting by the fire hydrant, talking about whatever cool thing it is that they're going to do on this marvelous day. Andy walks up to them as if he's been their gang leader for years now, the expression on his face as cold as his soul. "Where are we going to hit up today, boys?" he asks.
Their shock is brief, but they understand. Chris, the tall one, responds "If you're going to stick around you know what it is you have to do. We were just talking about that one, over there." Chris nodded his head towards the blue house with the boat in the driveway.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
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2 comments:
We don't have fire hydrants much any more. It is a shame because if we did I would hang out there and be cool.
enjoyed your writing style....pulled me in!
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