Attack of the Jack-O'-Lanterns [antikvár]

X "Where are you going, Elf?" Dad called from the study. "Don't call me Elf!" I shouted back. "My name is Drew." Dad thinks it's really cute to call me Elf, but I hate it. He calls me Elf because I'm tiny for a twelve-year-old. And I have short, straight black hair and sort of a pointy chin and a pointy little nose. If you looked like an elf, would you want people calling you Elf? Of course not. One day my best friend. Walker Parkes, heard my dad call me Elf. So Walker tried it. "What's up. Elf?" Walker said. I stamped on Walker's foot as hard as I could, and he never called me that again. "Where are you going, DrewT Dad called from the study. "Out," I told him, and slammed the front door 1