Kingdome Come

New Friendship

They are talking about things James doesn't even remember learning about. He hears words he has never heard before and it scares the shit out if him. Dillon, Dwight, Blain, Rowan, Mitch and Terrell are all talking comfortably to one another about something called the Polital. From what James understands it is some sort of get together for the richest of people. But James isn't sure and he probably never will be.

"Can you imagine? I mean we have to be there." James gets pulled towards the conversation when he hears Blain's voice getting higher.

"Calm down we aren't going there. We have to wait for our parents to die first." Mitch says next rolling his eyes. James is more confused than ever. Rowan sees it and smiles.

"The Polital is an event for rich people famous people one generation at a time. At the event people can buy stocks and invest in new products and even buy stuff that aren't in stores yet. It's magical." Rowan says grinning. James just nods with raised eyebrows. He and Mitch lock their eyes and James stops breathing. There is this incredible painful look on Mitch' face. As if he is sorry for James not knowing what the Polital is. Maybe he feels sorry for James. James just shakes his head in answer and looks at his almost eaten sandwich. Which is an whole other topic since all of the people around the table had at least made one comment about how James couldn't eat an entire sandwich.

James looks around the table and the only eyes on him are those of Blain so he grabs the sandwich and starts eating it again. After a few bites he feels incredible full. He never ate much, because back at home he didn't get much. James can feel his stomach expand to the maximum but he keeps on eating. The sandwich is almost gone. He can feel all of their eyes burning on his profile including some of the people surrounding them. He is pretty sure he is crying, because his cheeks feel wet and he has this weird feeling all over his body. He eats the last bite and when he swallows it he looks around. To his luck only the people at his table are looking at him and not people surrounding them.

"Why did you do that?" Dwight asks. James shrugs and feels his cheeks to be sure they are dry. They are and James is kind of relieved, he just needs to keep the sandwich in him.

"You didn't have to, you know." Blain says next. James shrugs again and grabs his stomach. His stomach is screaming at him for overworking and James wants to curl on the floor to hopefully stop the throbbing pain. He places his forehead onto the table and keeps holding his stomach. He hiccups a few times and tries to keep the upcoming puke down. James is pretty sure he is going to cry when he feels a hand on his back slowly raising him. James keeps his eyes down and moves with the hand.

They walk through the dining hall to another side where James has never been before. All of the people in the dining room are looking at them. Probably hungry for some drama. James still follows the outstretched hand without knowing whose it is. They walks though a white door all the way to the end of the hallway and then they are standing in front of a toilet. James shakes out of fear probably knowing what is going to happen. He feels himself failing get out of the mans grip.

The person behind him keeps pushing him towards the toilet but James does everything in his power to not end up there. He knows what is happening in there, it had happened enough times before. It's like a game from time to time. James should've known that being accepted into a friendship brings all the bullying too.

He remembers the first day of being with his first friends. They had invites him over to play video games at ones house. He of course went there. When they all walked downstairs all of his friends took a seat leaving James standing in the middle of the room. After a while James felt invisible because his friends were playing without him, until...

"You can sit there." Frank says pointing to his right and when James follows his fingers his eyes land on a pink beanbag. He wants to speak up, but he doesn't. This is probably how you get accepted into friendships. He walks towards the beanbag and sits down. He can barely see the TV screen from here since it's stuck to the walk he is sitting against. He can however see all of his friends having fun without him. He can see their smiles and he wishes to be one of them. He wishes to have the same smile on his face and feel the same amount as happiness as them.