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“Jonathan Mc Jones,” Meghan stated, and I glanced over at the sixteen-year-old boy. He was skinny with dark skin and messy black hair with the greenest eyes.
“Johnny,” he muttered as he fidgeted with the hem of his blue t-shirt.
“Right, Johnny,” Meghan corrected herself and I smiled at the young boy. Since he hadn’t transitioned yet, I wasn’t able to communicate with him via the mind-link, and even though I had said a few things to Wyatt and Luca the other day – correction, declared – I wasn’t over my fear enough to talk. Maybe I won’t ever get over it. I pushed those thoughts aside as I studied the boy who sat awkwardly on the couch. Meghan was seated behind my desk while I had camped out on the armchair. “Why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself?” Meghan then sugges
