Detention

I have placed my sister in Level 3 Detention. You may be more familiar with the term “grounded.”

She should know better. I know our progenitors raised smarter younglings, but Madison was out far past her agreed curfew last night with some human boy whom I have yet to meet. She has become so accustomed to living as a human that she forgets that she is not one. She trusts her classmates too much.

I must take some of the blame. Since we arrived and it was clear that I must take charge of her, I have laid down rules, but I have given her too much freedom.

“But it was just a date,” Madison insisted to me. “All human teenagers go out on Saturday nights.”

That may very well be true, but I reminded her that she is not an ordinary human teenager. She is only posing as one. I must press upon her the gravity of losing sight of that. She loves the humans too much, and she forgets how dangerous they can be.

“You love the humans too,” she reminded me. I may, but that does not mean we should stop being appropriately cautious.

This prompted an argument that lasted quite late into the morning in which she insisted that I do not care for her to form any attachments to the humans because I have been unable to. That is not a fair statement. I am simply looking out for her wellbeing. Who knows what dangerous things young human males are capable of? We are protected as well as can be, but humans are rash. The secret of our alien origin aside, she could be in any sort of danger from this boy. Teenage males of this world are brimming with hormones that make them out of control.

My sister insists that this boy, Nick, is a good guy and would never hurt her. It turns out that this Nick fellow is that same neighbor with the band that threw the noisy party not too long ago. I threaten to talk to his parents, but Madison is already irrationally angry and will no listen to any reason regardless.

I have to let it go for now. Madison is grounded for the week, and I believe that is punishment enough. I could forbid her from seeing Nick, but what little I know of teenagers tells me that will do no good. I will have to keep an eye on them, though. My sister is becoming rebellious, but I may be able to deal with that. This boy Nick is the one I am wary of.