After, Uhg i hadn’t even asked his name, left, the group of teens from earlier came over. “What's your name” asked one of the girls.
“My name is Sparky” I said. “What is your name?” The girl who’d spoken stepped forward to reply.
“I'm Kyli, that's Sarruh and that is Dylon.” She pointed to a short blond girl and average looking boy. “Are you new?”
“Yes, I just got here today” I informed them.
“Wow, that is new. Do you want to go get ice cream or something? And by the way, you are an awesome skateboarder.” Kyli told me
“Thank you” I said “and yes, I can-” I paused “Actually, I have to get home, can I come tomorrow?”
“Oh, uh sure” she said “Here’s my phone number, and she ratcheted off a string of numbers.”
As I walked away from the welcoming group of kids back to my dark nasty home, I felt sad. Did I have to give this future up for a world of violence? The answer did not shine or sparkle. It spoke of fighting and loss.
* * * * *
I had made plans to meet Kyli at 12:00 AM at the “Village coffee shop”. The door dinged as I swung it open, scanning the room for threats. I guess dwertwu was doing a good job. Kylie beckoned to me with a wave of her hand. My shoes tapped on the floor. “Hello” I greeted her a grin stretching across my face. “What do you want to do”
“Um” she said, eying my grin, “well, we could go to the mall.”
“That is a great idea” I said. It was awesome having people to talk to, even if they weren't super smiley.
“Um, no offense, but, um, why do you talk like that.”
Oops, even though dwertwu had always told us we should talk to humans normally, not how they wanted us to talk, I guess I kinda slipped up.
“Oh, um…” I said, trying not to say anything like “Oh I am so very sorry Kyli”, “I guess that it is, I mean it’s, just how my family” not the most accurate word, I know “wants me to um, talk.” I said, trying not to be embarrassed
“Sorry, didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” she smiled apologetically “you can talk however you want, really”
“Oh, thank yo- I mean um, thanks,” i said awkwardly.
“Really, you can talk however you want, I don’t mind.” she said sincerely.
* * * * *
All right, maybe the mall was a bad idea, or at least Kyli’s way of enjoying it. Kyli walked around with me following reluctantly behind. We, or rather her making me do it, then doing it herself, tried on clothes, but only in the latest “Styles”. The only cool, hey I am starting to think in teen, part was looking at jewelry. You may have heard that dragons love shiny things. Well, that was double true with me. Anything that flashed, sparkled, blinked, shone, or pulsed had my instant and undivided attention. This greatly exasperated, and I think amused, Kyli. After pulling me away from a large ruby ring, that sparkled, shown, and flashed! Was this heaven? Didn’t matter, it was full of sparkly stuff, and looking was free.
Kyli brought us to lunch at Five Guys. “What is, I mean what’s a burger?” I whispered loudly in her ear. She glared at me suspiciously,
“You. Don’t. Know. What. A. Burger. Is?” she asked incredulously. I shook my head, looking innocently at her. “Well, it's a bunch of ground up meat,” she looked at me, then quickly added “that's meat that is ground up.” as if she thought I didn’t know what ground beef is. “And fries are um, deep fried salty rectangles of potato. Trust me, you’ll like ‘em.”
“Great” I said, “In that case I’ll take 3”
“And” she said, “I mean it when I say you can talk how you want” She gaped at me, “Do you normally eat this much?”
“Ye- yeah, don’t you” I’d never considered that humans ate less than dragons.
“Um, excuse me, do I look like I'm 300 pounds?”
“Um” I smiled mischievously. she glared daggers at me
“Wait, just don’t say anything.”
“Oh, and I’ll take fries.” She sighed in exasperation.
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