Teenagers

My sister brought a boy home from school today. I did not like him.

His name is Douglas… something. She said he was her lab partner or something, and they had to study for class. I do not see why they could not do this in the library at school instead of in her bedroom. And studying advanced chemistry helped by listening to music meant for dancing?

He is a very curious boy, this Douglas. Kept asking questions—How did we like the neighborhood? Where did we live before we moved here? Isn’t it impressive that Madison is the youngest person in their school taking AP Chemistry?—this last one was more of a statement. I wanted to tell him it would be impressive if my sister was a human teenager, but if he could comprehend that she had the brainpower to map his DNA… but then we are trying to blend in here.

Madison insists that Douglas was just being polite and trying to make friendly conversation. The conversation would not be so friendly if he knew, I had my phased plasma rifle polished and charged right where I could get at it easily. My sister of course thinks I am being foolish, that Douglas is just a nice boy in her class. Nice. What does that word even mean?

Yes, Douglas is far too curious. I shall have to keep an eye on him.