The boy reflected back was no more than eleven years old, and a total stranger. An unruly mop of copper red hair surrounded the face of a kid with bright blue eyes, uneven buck teeth, and a scattering of freckles over his upturned pug nose and rounded cheeks. Anthony felt his smooth face and stared at his small, slender hands. He was skinny, but wiry, and felt like he had a lot of energy. He should have been freaked, but it was more amazing than scary.
"You seem to be adjusting pretty well, Anthony." He spun around to see Mr. Rockwell standing behind him, grinning. It was weird having to look up at the man. "But then, you also are more adventurous. I can promise that if you work with me this summer, you will have the most amazing time of your life. Heck, you might not even want to go back. What do you say? Want to be my 'son' for the next few months and help me get your friends sorted out? They sure won't recognize you."