So, Braxton decided not to go. School is unimportant, anyways. Besides, it wasn't like his father wasn't around to tell him otherwise.
Instead, he decided to people watch. Usually, he did this from his lemonade stand. He knew most of the people around the neighborhood, or at least knew of them. He wasn't scared of anyone...except for Aberdeen. She made Braxton feel extremely uncomfortable...with her "bulbous jubilies". Although, when his father was in town, he seemed to love that creepy antique store.
Anyhow, he didn't last long at his lemonade stand. Far too cold and rainy. Braxton hated the cold. Not nearly as many lemonade customers.
Instead, he packed up stole the Front Desk Man's chair. Front Desk Man must have been out to lunch, as the chair was hardly ever empty. Braxton spent the better part of his day in that chair. The Front Desk Man returned to the building, but didn't know where his chair was, as Braxton was busy rolling around the entire building in it. Braxton was having far too much fun spinning wildly on the spinny chair in the elevator when the new guy, Mr. Alwyn walked in. His pinched face didn't seem friendly, but nonetheless, Braxton insisted on pushing the buttons. Gosh how he hated it when the other people pushed the buttons.
Hmm. Mr. Alwyn was in an apartment on the 11th floor. Braxton didn't like the 11th floor. It smelled like old people. But he smiled up at Mr. Alwyn with his toothy grin and held his breath for as long as he could until the elevator doors once again closed and Braxton could breath in "fresh" air again.
As the elevator started to go move downwards towards the eighth floor, towards home, it suddenly went dark and stopped. Scared, Braxton looked at his glow in the dark Mickey Mouse watch, his only source of light. It was about 8 pm.
