[Henry used to like people. Everyone thought he was a sweet kid, smart, polite, and well-liked. That was only a year ago, but it still seems like a long time.
The point is, normally he'd walk around a corner and see some kid trying to break into his room and shout but be more curious than angry; now, he sees it and it's like some switch in his head flips.]
Hey! Get away from that! [He already has his baseball in his bare hand, fingers white-skinned around it as he runs down the hallway before the kid can get away.]
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The point is, normally he'd walk around a corner and see some kid trying to break into his room and shout but be more curious than angry; now, he sees it and it's like some switch in his head flips.]
Hey! Get away from that! [He already has his baseball in his bare hand, fingers white-skinned around it as he runs down the hallway before the kid can get away.]