The only thing that could ever ruin this moment is him. And it just so happens that he walks in at the moment of my bliss.
“I see you like your room girls?” J pops his head through a door that must have been on the first floor and walks onto the landing. “PT is in 10. Wear something you don't mind sweating in. Shadow, you'll find your clothes already in your dresser. Don't be late.” He closes the door behind him and I make a face.
“I really wanted to spend more time in here.” I get up and look in the dresser. Sure enough there are clothes in every drawer all in my size. My eyes must be the size of saucers because Brigit gives me a look.
“Are you okay?”
“Well, I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed. All these clothes are for me. I've never had more than one pair of clothes to myself before, and now all of this”- I motion to the clothes in the dresser-“is mine? I've owned exactly 25 pairs of clothes in my entire lifetime and now I must own 35 pairs of clothes in one day. I don't know it's just a little much.” I sift through the clothes and find some nice shorts and a tank top. I grab a sports jacket too. There was no way that I would let everybody see my tattoos.
All of the clothes have slits in them, leaving room for my wings. I snap open my wings, testing the slits. Yep, they're the correct size. I don't know why I even doubted it. J knew everything about me, why wouldn't he know my wing size?
I grab my folder and swoop down from my bed platform to the first story platform. I check my folder for where I'm going.
PT= room 421/gym
I show up at the gym 5 minutes early, so I walk over to J.
“You bought me all those clothes?” I stare at him with saucer sized eyes and he looks at me with those calm green eyes of his.
“Actually I had my wife do it.”
“They're all for me?”
“Why else would they have slits in the back and be your exact size?”
He smiles at me and points to the group of kids that are motioning me over to stretch with them.
“Go stretch before PT starts.”
I smile back at him and run over to the motioning people.
“Stretch with us?” Bryan asks, and my stomach does a loop-de-loop inside me. I immediately push down the feeling.
“Sure.” I plop down on the ground between Brigit and Venus and start stretching.
“So, where'd you come from Venus?” Brigit asks, bright and bubbly as usual.
Venus looks up at her through her bangs and looks a bit startled.
It looks like the only change of clothing she made was changing her long sleeve baggy, black shirt for a baggy, black T-shirt.
“Well… I … um…came…um…well…from…” J ends her stuttering explanation with a call.
“Welcome to PT: Martial Arts. We'll start with warm ups and then move on to your lesson.”
Dean sticks his hand up in the air. “Excuse me sir, but what does PT stand for?”
“Physical Training.” J nods to the big burly man we saw in the conference room. And he stands up.
“Shadow.” His voice booms in the echo-y room.
I walk across the room, curious of what's going to happen next.
