I collected my stuff, a blue canvas backpack. The kind that you get a summer camp. All my belongings were stored in that bag, but… I guess I sort of resented it. It didn't even have the courtesy to look half full. I like my life, I really do. Never have I wished that I could just be a normal teenager(or as normal a teenager a 324 year old can be). But this half empty bag lay there looking as pathetic and empty as my life.
I lifted it off the bed with very little effort and headed out the door, shutting it quietly behind me.
I was about to knock on the door of Sonny's hotel room door when it promptly flew open. "Took you long enough," he grumbled, "We've got to hit the road, pumpkin!" Sonny is a tall man, he had a large presence but he was quite thin. He grew up in New York City, so he had a typical Bronx undertone to his voice.
"Where to, Sonny Boy?" I chortled back.
"We're going home!" Out of his pocket, he pulled one of the touristy snow globes with the empire state building bursting out of a big apple. His eyes glittered, "We can shack up with Caroline."
I groaned, Caroline was Sonny's fiance and she HATED me. They were always planning weddings but Sonny had to keep me on the move to protect me from all the people who would rather have me dead. In Caroline's eyes I was the reason she couldn't find her happily ever after. I probably was.
"I think I will stay in a hotel."
"Mary…" he pleaded.
"Sonny!" I retorted
"You know, I think you would really get along with her if you tried." He made puppy eyes. Which was pretty strange on on a 6 foot 6 man wearing a hunter's jacket and baggy pants.
"Fine, let's just go and see if there is anything to eat downstairs."
"You will not regret this!" he said gleefully.
"Yes I am."