TITLE: Crevan Fox
GENRE: Middle Grade
Crevan Fox strutted away from the beach of Crescent Moon Bay, shaking the sand off his feet once he reached the sidewalk. He looked back at the red and white striped lighthouse at the other end of the beach, shook his head in disgust.
“It had better only be a rumor,” he said to himself. “Dad will know.”
A laughing toddler ran right into him, spilling her root beer float down Crevan's leg.
"What in the heck are you doing?" Crevan barked, stepping back as she dropped her cup on his foot. He scowled as the girls' bottom lip quivered. Great, here come tears.
“Stupid tourists," he mumbled as the parents ran over. “Making me late.”
"I'm so sorry," the mom said, frowning. She took napkins from her husband, shoving them at Crevan.
"This wouldn't happen if you'd watch your brat better," Crevan said, snatching the napkins.
The man picked up his weeping daughter and patted her back. "Settle down, son. Accidents happen. She’s just a baby,” he said, bouncing her around. He scowled at Crevan. “You weren't watching where you were going either. I saw you admiring the lighthouse."
"Admiring?" Crevan snapped. "I was not!" He bent to wipe at the sticky mess on his foot and flip flop. "I mean look at it. There’s no windows, no doors. It's never been used." He stood up, gestured at the lighthouse. "No one even knows who built it. It's just a big stupid eyesore."