He didn't just sit; he wallowed. He rolled. He ensured that the "Naughty Sandbox 2" (as the property management would later label the incident report) was ground into the very fibers of his denim overalls.
He didn't walk into the Creative Engagement Zone; he stomped. He wore a t-shirt that read Chaos Coordinator , which his mother thought was ironic. Jaxon did not. naughty sandbox 2
He smiled. A gap-toothed smile of pure anarchy. He didn't just sit; he wallowed
