After about three months of desperately scheming a way to get back to Toronto, Collin was finally starting to adjust to life in his new town. He had started to develope some coping mechanisms, for living in such a tiny hole in the wall of a town, including some friendships. The most notable of these was Celine.
Celine was petite, with light brown hair and bright blue eyes. She had a natural cheerfulness about her, but she managed to carry herself without being so chipper that it was irritating. He'd met her in his history class, where the two had bonded over a mutual interest in the Cold War. Before long, Collin had merged into Celine's circle of friends, making his stay in Pommetiers at least slightly more bearable.
Collin had also made one other unlikely friendship: Arnold. Arnold was an ederly man who claimed to be descended from the orginal founder of the town, a fact that he was quite proud of. He was also one of the few people in town who could speak fluent French. He had a son, but had lost contact with him in the aftermath of the son's decision to move away. The loss of this relationship had rendered him quite bitter towards the world, and he spent much of his time grumbling about how large the town had gotten over the years. He frequently complained about the "newcomers", as he called them, but was rather fond of Collin for some inexplicable reason.
Collin, being well raised, did what he could to help the old man out, clearing the remains of late season snowfalls from his driveway and bringing his newspaper to the front door when the mailman had thrown it on the front lawn.This, of course, only won him even more favor in Arnold's eyes.
Despite all this, life in Pommetiers had become bearable, but by no means had it become enjoyable for Collin. He still found it hard to sleep at night in the suffocating silence of the small town and was still irritated by almost every aspect of the town's identity. He was still unhappy.
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