Painfully shy and physically inept, Seymour Herson is the lowest student on the social totem pole at Glendale, a private school in Manhattan. But Seymour’s solitary existence comes to a swift end when he meets the new transfer student, Elliot Allagash, evil heir to America’s largest fortune. Bitter and bored with Glendale’s pedestrian surroundings, Elliot decides to take up a challenging and expensive hobby: transforming Seymour into the most popular boy in the school. With Elliot as his diabolical strategist, investor, and unlikely best friend, Seymour scores a spot on the basketball team, becomes class president, and ruthlessly destroys his enemies. Yet despite the glow of newfound popularity, Seymour feels increasingly uneasy with Elliot’s wily designs. For an Allagash victory is dishonorable at its best, and positively ruinous at its worst.
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|Title of eBook: Elliot Allagash|
|Release Date: 05-25-2010|
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|Publisher: Random House|
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“Maybe it was an accident,” my father said. “Accidents happen all the time.”
“I don’t think it was an accident,” I said.
“Are you sure you didn’t imagine it?” my mother asked. “You have such an amazing imagination.”
I struggled to resist the compliment.
“No,” I said. “It wasn’t my imagination. This thing definitely happened.”
It was Monopoly night and even though my father had rolled a seven, he hadn’t yet moved his wheelbarrow. It just sat there, on the wrong square, abandoned. Eventually, both of my parents got up and went into the kitchen.
They didn’t respond but I could hear them murmuring to each other on the other side of the door.
“He pushed me down the stairs,” I said, for what seemed like the hundredth time of the night. “He pushed me, on purpose, in front of a lot of people. It was really crazy.”
Eventually, my parents returned to the table. I noticed that my father was holding a beer. I had only ever seen him drink at weddings and funerals and I was mildly shocked. They both hesitated for a moment, hoping the other one would do the talking.
“The thing about Elliot,...