"How about this?" Gran asked showing me a shirt that read 'Aliens are over-rated, show me the zombies!' and it looked like a 10 year old had made it.
"Are you sure it's supposed to be part of the boy's section?" I asked her in mid-groan.
Gran looked at the shirt then back at me, then smiled. She put the shirt down on a nearby display table. A small beeper on Gran's pants started to vibrate. She glanced down to see who it was.
"I'm needed dear." she said before she kissed me on the forehead. "Be good."
"I will Gran." I told her. As she left to store she ran into Jake and his friends. I could hear her tell them that I was in the same store and that they could come and see me. Since I was 'feeling a little different' lately.
Of course they did not plan on meeting me, nor were they going to.
"Hey kid," some store employee said. I turned around and I noticed that Jake and his friends looked at me. "How would you like to go the Sharing? It has lots of other kids your age there."