Looking at my neighbor I would assume nothing is different from him and the ordinary retiree. He wakes up early enough to buy fresh coffee and turns all the lights off in his house exactly one hour after the sun sets. Every time my sister and I walk to school he hands us a piece of hard candy and wishes us luck on our day. Very “retiree” behavior and I commend him for keeping up the façade for such a long time. Nobody else notices the small quarks that are as obvious as a leaf flying through the air instead of floating. The things I have told people does sound a little off, but I’m sure once people notices them it will all come together. Things like his feet, his house, how he speaks, and even how he dresses before he goes to bed. People I speak to tell me it is in my head or I have been playing too many video games, but it’s not. He’s a part of something, I’m not sure yet, but it is something that is very secretive. Someone will believe me some day that this retiree has secrets, secrets most intriguing to anybody, but especially to a nine year old boy such as me.

I like him, he’s not a bad guy and actually he’s like an uncle to us; an old uncle that my grandmother gave birth to at a very young age. In class Ms. West asked us to talk about the most interesting person we know, normal dumb stuff they make you do in second grade, and I told her about Mr. Arrington my neighbor.

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