Monday, May 10, 2010

Considering the past week, Braxton was in an especially peppy mood today. He was back at his old elevator antics and even thought about selling some lemonade today. He had given up on it as a business. But it was strangely nice outside and it would be nicer than watching cartoons.....for the sixth day in a row.

He had been expecting his dad to come home 5 days ago, but still no sign. Braxton tried to tell himself he wasn't bothered by it, but he couldn't fool himself. Nonetheless, not even his unreliable father could keep him out of the sunshine. Although, he decided he still wasn't ready to sell any lemonade. After circling around the neighborhood and trying to socialize with some of the city dwellers (and failing), he decided to go to the library. It was about time to return his business books and check out something else... something worth reading.

Braxton wanted so badly to please people. But no one seemed to appreciate his company. He tried to make conversation with the librarian, Ms. Edith. But she was cold towards him. Apparently the warm weather didn't brighten up everyone's days. So, he finally just asked her about the fiction section. He made his way to the shorter shelves and grabbed what he thought would be a good read... based on the cool cover of the book at least. Despite Braxton's refusal to go to school, he was still a sharp kid. He liked to read and learn. Just not in a classroom setting. He preferred to live his own life instead.

One might ask what about his oh-so-exciting life was that important. But Braxton often thought about that... what's so important about anyone's lives? Some are privileged. Some are not. Everyone dies. Everyone ultimately dies. So is what happens before then really that important?

Before heading home with his new book in hand, Braxton headed into Jorri Rae's. He was hungry and didn't feel like eating another peanut butter and jelly sandwich. That's probably what little Braxton disliked most about having absent parents... the fact that he only ate PB&Js... he didn't know how to make much of anything else.

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