Halls Perdere was a tall, slender 12 year old boy with curly creme hair.
If you ever saw him, I can guarantee he was wearing his red snap-back hat, he was hardly seen without it.
Halls only inclination towards life was to understand things, so naturally he pulled everything apart.
Pens, computers, clocks, typewriters.
It was a hobby of sorts.
The only problem was, once he figured them out, he became bored and unimpressed.
They worked exactly the way he thought they would, so why would he put a useless, mundane machine back together?
If you ever saw him, I can guarantee he was wearing his red snap-back hat, he was hardly seen without it.
Halls only inclination towards life was to understand things, so naturally he pulled everything apart.
Pens, computers, clocks, typewriters.
It was a hobby of sorts.
The only problem was, once he figured them out, he became bored and unimpressed.
They worked exactly the way he thought they would, so why would he put a useless, mundane machine back together?
This, as you can imagine became quite the chore for his mother, Kit.
Her hair had wild tendrils of copper, with eyes darker than the dirt path way leading to their front door.
Kit was a professor at the local university, where she taught a course about the human consciousness. If she wasn't in her study going over assignments, she was in the kitchen cooking.
The only problem is, she wasn't much of a chef.
She burnt just about everything, except for Halls favorite snack, toast.
(But only since last May, when Halls took apart the toaster, and his unqualified father tried to put it back together.
It hasn't gotten to maximum heat since.)
And despite everyone grudgingly scrapping of the chard pieces of their meals, they put up with it, because they would rather Kit cook than themselves.
Halls father,was a dark, intimidating man named Lucid. But everyone called him Lu.
His laugh was so loud, that when it happened, you could hear it in almost every room in the house. But in the nice, comforting way.
You never would shut your door because of it.
Her hair had wild tendrils of copper, with eyes darker than the dirt path way leading to their front door.
Kit was a professor at the local university, where she taught a course about the human consciousness. If she wasn't in her study going over assignments, she was in the kitchen cooking.
The only problem is, she wasn't much of a chef.
She burnt just about everything, except for Halls favorite snack, toast.
(But only since last May, when Halls took apart the toaster, and his unqualified father tried to put it back together.
It hasn't gotten to maximum heat since.)
And despite everyone grudgingly scrapping of the chard pieces of their meals, they put up with it, because they would rather Kit cook than themselves.
Halls father,was a dark, intimidating man named Lucid. But everyone called him Lu.
His laugh was so loud, that when it happened, you could hear it in almost every room in the house. But in the nice, comforting way.
You never would shut your door because of it.
Lu had a hard time with Halls. Always trying to teach him how to put the random wires and springs back into whatever it was Halls took apart that day, but never fully understanding how to himself, he became to resent the daily ritual.
Halls is the only child in the house, unless you count Radar, the cat.
But if you really knew him, you would know he is much older than he seems.
Radar was once the king of cats, Halls told me. And it would make sense, because although he had all the basic features of a cat, he often outweighed most of the dogs in the neighborhood.
To Halls parents, his size was unexplainable.
But what they don't know, is Radar doesn't mind burnt food.
I love this, Paige. I love that I can perfectly imagine the scene. Halls sounds like a cute little customer.
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