P. Martin liked Skye. Despite his being short, he wasn't intimated by Jaeger and the Jets, as his mother had dubbed them a while back, something Skye proved on his first day. After Mrs. Whimbrel had lined up the class outside the cafeteria, Jaeger and Kestrel came from behind and tried shoving him, but Skye held his ground like some sentinel guarding his post and whistled. P. Martin couldn't believe it.
"Whistled?" P. Martin's mother repeated when he'd told her the story while setting the table for dinner.
"That's what I said -- whistled. Didn't say a thing, didn't turn his head, or cower. He just whistled, as if they weren't even there."
"Smart kid," she'd said, "ignoring them like that, acting as if they didn't even exist."
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Welcome to MarMooWorks Story Line, where I encourage you to become a Muse of MarMooWorks. Each week, I will begin a story, using one sentence, and I invite you, the readers, to add to the story. Be on the lookout for fun and unusual words, images, and literary devices. Be sure to keep in mind that once a character has been introduced, he/she/it remains in the story and has a purpose.
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