Sanderson's POV
I ate silently beside Turner as Angel rambled on about her life. I only half listened to her, though. My mind kept drifting to HP for some reason. I remembered the fight we had and felt a deep guilt build up in my stomach. It wasn't his fault, after all. We weren't always dull and boring; only around those we choose not worthy of knowing the real us, like the fairies for example. I've known Wishes for a long time. If fact, we used to be friends. Then he met Venus and everything went down hill from there.
"Do you really think he was ever your friend?" a voice hissed at me. It was in my head.
Shut up I retorted silently.
"Just think about it" another said. "Who would be friends with you?"
Wishes would.
"He was just too stupid to heed the warnings."
Shut up.
"Good thing Venus set him straight."
I said shut up!
"Eddie?"
I blinked slowly as I heard Turner's voice. I looked over to see him eyeing me with concern.
"I'm fine" I reply quickly.
"You sure" Angel asked. "You kinda spaced out and started shaking..."
"I'm fine" I repeated. "Just thinking..."
"About your dad" Turner asked.
"Yeah," I nodded slightly. "I kind of wish I never ran away..."
"You ran away from home" Angel asked. "How come?"
"I got into a fight with my dad" I explained. "I ran away from home..."
"Sorry to hear that" Angel said solemnly.
"Yeah" Turner agreed.
"It's fine" I said, trying not to let my sadness slip though.
I noticed that Turner's fairies weren't around. They must still be upstairs still. I realized there was something I had to do. I got up and headed to Turner's room.
"Where are you going" Angel asked.
"Bedroom" I answered, walking up the stairs. "I have a goldfish to speak to."