50. 𝐴 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝐹𝑜𝑟 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠

                                    

                                          
James
                          
The cartoon I watched with my dad...well Syn played in the background while I played with my legos. I guess being expelled wasn't so bad as I thought it would be. 
                          
Ethan told me that kids at school were talking about what happened during my conference but I didn't care. If Rodney wasn't a bad person I wouldn't have hurt him. That's something Syn taught me. 
                          
Protect the people you love and hurt the ones that harm them. 
                          
Ethan was my best friend so it was natural for me to go after Rodney for bullying him. While at the conference, I had no regrets. I only wished that I punched him a little bit harder, but I tried my best. 
                          
I wasn't a fighter. When Syn took me in I was already smaller than a lot of kids and even though I got stronger, I was still behind other supernatural kids. 
                          
A knock at my door made me look up from my position on the floor and I smiled at Leah. "Hey."
                          
"Hey," I said kindly. She walked into the room and took a seat beside me on the floor and I waited for her to speak. When she didn't, I set the lego down and looked at her. 
                          
"Are you good?" I asked. 
                          
"I'm fine, just a bit worried about you."
                          
I was confused at that. What reason was there to be worried about me? "Why?"
                          
"You don't have many friends your age," she pointed out. 
                          
"People my age are weird," I said. 
                          
"Isn't weird good?" She asked as she nudged my arm. 
                          
"No, it's not," I answered. She seemed like she was trying to be nice but it was kind of annoying. Out of everyone in the world, the only people who seemed to understand my want to be alone were Ethan and Syn. 
                          
It wasn't that I didn't like people, I just didn't like getting to know them. I found out that as I learned more about them, the more disappointing they were. 
                          
"You're kind of weird, aren't you?" She joked. 
                          
"I mean a little bit, but there are different types of weird. I'm weird because I do puzzles and hang out alone, kids my age are weird because they spit on people and eat rocks."
                          
"I'm sure there are some almost twelve-year-olds that don't eat rocks," she said. 
                          
"Good for them," I muttered. 
                          
"This conversation isn't going to go anywhere, is it?"
                          
"Just like last time," I said. "But you did a better job this time, so maybe next time it'll work."
                          
She smiled and got up from the floor. "I'll practice, but until then, I'm your friend, right?"
                          
"You're my nanny," I corrected. 
                          
"I can't be your nanny and friend?" She asked with a raised brow. 
                          
I sighed and looked back down at my legos. "Sure."
                          
She laughed and walked towards the door. Before she left she turned to me and gently hit the door frame. "Genesis and Lucifer are out and I need to go pick up groceries. Do you want to come with me?"
                          
"No."
                          
"I thought so, I'll be back in twenty. If something happens, scream, the guards are outside."