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Jackson by scottish_kid

Format: Short story
Chapters: 3
Word Count: 5,313
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Horror/Dark
Characters: James (II), OC
Pairings: Other Pairing

First Published: 04/09/2008
Last Chapter: 06/06/2008
Last Updated: 06/06/2008

Summary:
Jackson despises his pureblood obsessed family, and he wants to be nothing like them. He soon befriends three non purebloods, Amy, Paige and none other then James Potter. But that friendship may soon come to an end as all of them are sorted into 4 different houses, and his older brother Damian tries to keep him away from them at all costs.


Chapter 1: The Hogwarts Express
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Chapter one: The Hogwarts Express

 

Jackson ran a shaking hand through his dirty blonde hair, messing it up even more. He glanced around at the muggles going about their business, they all seemed rushed and weren’t paying much attention to the three people standing between gates 9 and 10.Jackson was shaking with excitement, it would be his first year actually going on the Hogwarts express, he would finally get to learn the magic that his older brother Damian had been showing off to him since he began school two years ago.

 

“Okay sweetie, it’s all clear, go on through and wait for us with Damian.” His mother said in a fake sweet sugary voice. Jackson shrugged her hand off his shoulder and pushed his trolley towards the gate. He ran at it, making sure no muggles were looking at him when he did so. He had been through the gate several times before, but he braced himself anyways for the impact that would never come.

 

When he opened his eyes the huge scarlet train was in front of him, with people crowded around it. Some wearing wizarding robes while others were in their muggle clothes like him. There were students of all ages, most of them hugging friends and talking loudly about their summer adventures as they boarded the train. Some first years were scrambling around with their parents who were trying to make sure all of there bags and the first year themselves made it onto the train safely. Damian however, was no where to be seen, but this was no surprise to Jackson, Damian had a tendency to disappear when ever his parents wanted to say goodbye in public.

 

Jackson felt a strong hand on his shoulder, it was his dad.

“Where is Damian?” He asked, Jackson shrugged and looked at one students snowy owl.

“Oh my goodness, doesn’t he realize he won’t be seeing us until Christmas holidays?” Jackson’s mother said in a shrill voice. Jackson rolled his eyes, not really paying attention to his parents; he was too absorbed by all of the people rushing about. At last Damian came into view, and Jackson sighed.

“There he is.” He stated, pointing at his older brother, who was talking with a bunch of his Slytherin friends.

“Damian!” His mother shouted, and Damian turned his head and saw her. He sighed and rolled his eyes and his friends sniggered as Damian pushed his way through the crowd towards his family.

“You didn’t wait to say goodbye!” His mother said, fixing Damian’s messy blonde hair up a bit.

“Sorry mom…” Damian apologized, still looking at his friends who were all laughing hysterically. She put him into a huge hug and kissed him on the head (Damian’s friends were all laughing so hard it seemed that their guts might burst at any moment) and when he managed to release himself from her grasp his father put his hands on Damian’s shoulders and said a few words to him that Jackson didn’t catch. Damian nodded and turned back to his friends and ran over to them. It was then Jackson’s turn for the goodbye’s and he wasn’t looking forward to it. His dad turned to him and gave him a stern look.

“Well it’s your first year, good luck and I hope to hear from you soon. Don’t hang out with any of those filthy mud bloods and stick to Slytherin friends.” His father said and patted him on the back, Jackson nodded, he hadn’t paid attention to a word his pureblood father had said. His mother then embraced him, smothering him in kisses. Jackson squirmed out of the hug and said a rushed goodbye before pushing his trolley towards the train.

 

 

            Jackson walked down the hallway of the train, looking inside all of the compartments, almost all of them were full, but the few that weren’t had much older students then him. At last he found one that had only a girl that looked his age in it, he slid open the compartment door and stepped in.

“Mind if I sit here?” He asked politely, she jumped in surprise, dropping the thick book that she had been reading on the floor.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” Jackson apologized, picking up her book.

“Oh, it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” She said, “And yeah, this compartment is empty except for me, so you can sit here if you want.” Jackson smiled and sat down; the girl had messy black hair, which was tied back in a short pony tail and a few short strands of hair that weren’t long enough to be tied back were hanging on the sides of her pale face.

“I’m Amy” She said in a shy voice.

“Jackson.” He replied and she smiled up at him. It was then that he noticed her beautiful blue eyes; they were light blue and looked as though they had waves in them, and when she smiled it looked as though they sparkled. There was a bang as the compartment door was opened none too gently and a short red headed girl walked in.

“Mind if I sit in here?” She asked and Jackson and Amy nodded, the girl sat beside Amy and made herself comfortable.

“My names Paige, what about you two?” The girl asked, Jackson and Amy were about to introduce themselves when the compartment door slid open yet again. This time it was a scrawny boy with jet black hair and green eyes that shone with mischief.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked

“Nope.” Paige answered and the boy nodded and sat beside Jackson.

“Well I’m James.” The boy stated “What about you three?” The others introduced themselves and the train began its long journey towards Hogwarts. Jackson sighed and made himself comfortable on the train seat.

“So what houses are your parents in, mine were both in Gryffindor.” James asked eagerly.

“My parents are muggles.” Amy said quietly, and James smiled.

“Don’t worry about it, being muggle born doesn’t matter at all.” He stated, Amy beamed up at him.

“My dad was in Hufflepuff but my mom is a muggle.” Paige said, Jackson looked at the floor and didn’t say anything.

“What about you?” Paige asked and Jackson panicked, what if they would hate him because both of his parents were in Slytherin?

“Anything from the trolley dears?” Came a sweet sugary voice, Jackson sighed with relief and stood up.

“Anyone want anything?” He asked

“Umm… I don’t know anything about wizard candy.” Amy answered

“Don’t worry, we can all pick out the best stuff for you.” Paige suggested, James and Jackson agreed and the three of them began sorting through the candy and decided what Amy should try.

 

            When they had chosen enough candy to last a month and Jackson had paid they all sat down and showed Amy some of it. Jackson bit off a piece of a licorice wand as Paige introduced her to Bertie Bott’s every flavored beans. Amy picked out a black bean and ate it, soon gagging on the gross flavor. James and Jackson were laughing as Paige explained that they meant every flavor. Amy took a bite of a pumpkin pastry and sighed with relief.

“It tasted like rubber!” She exclaimed and James and Jackson laughed even harder

“I’ve had worse, I ate one once that tasted like burnt hair.” James explained and Amy laughed, setting the box of Bertie Bott’s beans aside.

“Here have one of these.” Jackson said, tossing her a chocolate frog. She pulled open the wrapper and gasped as the chocolate frog inside jumped into her face. James was now laughing hysterically. Amy grabbed it and stared

“These aren’t real frogs are they?” She asked worriedly.

“No, of course not, just eat it.” Paige said, Amy nodded and stuffed the frog in her mouth and chewed. She shrugged her shoulders then looked at the package. She pulled out a card and looked at it.

“Hey! This card has a guy named “Neville Longbottom” on it.” She said, looking at the picture she screamed and dropped it. “It moved!” she exclaimed in horror.

“Don’t muggle’s pictures move?” Jackson asked in amazement.

“No!” Amy said, and Paige told James and Jackson how muggles pictures stayed put, both of them found it very strange and still didn’t understand it by the time the compartment door opened again.

 

            Jackson looked up only to see his older brother Damian standing there and he sighed.

“What do you want?” He asked

“Just wanted to see how my baby brother is doing.” Damian said laughing, “Who are these people?”

“Go away.” Jackson ordered

“Why so mean?” Damian asked in fake shock

“Just get out!” Jackson said stubbornly, getting to his feet.

“Fine, fine…” Damian said rolling his eyes and leaving. Jackson walked to the compartment door and slammed it shut after him. He then sat back down in silence beside James.

“Your brothers in Slytherin?” James asked.

“What? How did you know?” Jackson questioned.

“He was wearing his robes.” James replied

“Well we better be getting into ours soon too.” Paige said and the others agreed.

 

Once they had all finished changing they looked out the window and Hogwarts was already in view. They gasped in amazement at how big it was, the huge towers looked as though they scraped the sky, and a few of what seemed thousands of windows were lit up. The train came to a halt and the four of them all rushed out of their compartment and onto the platform. There was already a huge group of students outside and they realized they had no idea where they were supposed to go.

“Come on! Follow me.” James shouted and the others all trailed behind him as he weaseled his way through the crowd. He led them right to a gigantic man who was bellowing for the first years to follow him.

“Hey Hagrid!” James smiled, and the giant looked down at him

“Hello there James.” Hagrid replied beaming down “Good ‘ter see ya.” The other threes mouths were agape.

“You-you know him?” Amy asked, and James nodded happily.

“He’s a friend of my parents.”

 

            Soon a group of first years had gathered around Hagrid and he led them off towards the lake that surrounded the castle. James talked to him a bit as he took them to the boats and they could all barely contain their excitement. They were about to enter Hogwarts for the first time.

Chapter 2: The Sorting
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Jackson looked around at Great Hall, the four tables were full of students from each house, all of them varying in age. Candles hung suspended in the air above them, there light flickering yet the huge Hall was brightly lit. The ceiling looked as though it was the night sky, it was clear and you could see almost every star glistening brightly. The staff were all sitting at a table in front of them, all their eyes were on the new students. Jackson gulped as he realized how many eyes were on him.

 

            In front of the staff table sat a stool, on which was a musty hat that looked as though it had been through a wheat mill several times. Beside the hat stood the headmistress of the school, Professor McGonagall. She looked sternly at the first years and Jackson almost winced as her gaze passed over him.

“Well, I will now sort you into your houses. When I call your name you will come to me and sit on this stool. The hat will be placed on your head and you will be sorted, and then you will join your new house at their table.” She said in a shrill voice, looking over all the students. They all nodded as she pulled out a list.

“Adams, Cathleen” She called, a short blonde girl stumbled up to the chair and was sorted into Hufflepuff.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so nervous!” Amy whispered in his ear, Jackson nodded in agreement

“Me too…” He replied, then turned his attention back to the Headmistress. A few others were sorted when he heard a name he recognized.

“Bishop, Amy.” He heard Amy gulp before walking towards the stool and sitting down. The hat was placed on her head and the front fell over her eyes, the back only fell as low as her ponytail. There was a moment of silence and then…

“Ravenclaw!” The hat decreed, the hat was pulled off of Amy’s head and she ran over to the Ravenclaw table, smiling back at Jackson, Paige and James.

There were many others sorted before it came near Jackson in the alphabet, when at last…

“Macnair, Jackson” Professor McGonagall called, Jackson took a deep breath and walked up to the front of the great hall, receiving a pat on the back and a grin from James. He sat down on the stool, which wobbled underneath him. The hat was placed on his head and the great hall was blocked from his view.

“Well, well, well. A Macnair.” Said the sorting hat from inside his head, “Lots of ambition, and a lust for power… yet bravery and loyalty… a tough choice… tough choice… where shall I put you?” The hat said, not truly asking for his opinion.

“Slytherin!” The hat cried, and Jackson felt his heart sink to the floor. The hat was pulled off his head and he dragged himself to the Slytherin table. There was cheering there, but he wasn’t paying attention, now his newfound friends would hate him for sure. When he sat down he got congratulations and pats on the back, but he was oblivious to them. All that seemed to matter to him now was that he would have to suffer through seven years in a house he knew he didn’t belong in. Or do I? The hat has never been wrong before has it? He was barely paying attention as James was sorted into Gryffindor and Paige into Hufflepuff, but he did realize that all of them were in a different house.

 

            There was a speech before the food appeared on the tables, but he didn’t soak in a single word of it. He ate numbly as the others around him talked loudly and discussed how wimpy the new Gryffindor’s looked and how horrible there Quidditch team would be that year. To him he might as well be eating ashes, that was until dessert came. He loaded his plate up with cake and treacle tart, and was stuffing mouth when he glanced over at the Gryffindor table, James was looking at him too. Jackson paused for a moment, hoping for a smile or grin from his new friend. But instead he received a glare and the cold shoulder. Once again the food in his mouth turned to ash.

 

* * *

            Jackson followed the Slytherin Prefect and the other first years to the dungeon, where they were told the password (Pureblood) and shown their dormitories. All of the other first year boys in his dormitory were excited about being in Slytherin, and Jackson couldn’t help but hate them. At least Dad will be happy… He told himself as he pulled his pajama pants on. He sat down on his bed and sighed.

“What’s up with you grumpy?” Asked one of the boys, Jackson was pretty sure his name was Jared, or was it Jason?

“Nothing.” Jackson replied curtly, the boy raised an eyebrow.

“Miss your mommy?” He joked, the other boys laughed and Jackson rolled his eyes.

“Sure.” He said, not wanting to have an argument, he was not in the mood for a fight right now.

“Aw, poor baby. Home sick already?”  The red headed boy taunted, Jackson ignored him and pulled the blankets over himself. He was ready to go to sleep, this was day one of hell and he wanted it to end now. He was about to fall asleep, but was rudely awoken. His blankets were torn off of him and he groaned.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Jackson moaned

“What? Is it your time of month or something?” Another boy said (named Turner), the others laughed, some of their eyes were watering.

“Just give me my blanket back and let me sleep.” Jackson pleaded.

“Make me!” Jason (Or whatever his name was) shouted, Jackson got out of bed, he was getting frustrated with his fellow Slytherin’s already. He ran at the boy, brandishing a fist. The boy squealed and dropped the blanket, much to the others amusement. Jackson grabbed his blanket and strode back over to his bed. The red headed Slytherin cleared his throat a bit and tried to redeem whatever dignity he had left.

“Good night.” Jackson stated, and the others said nothing, they seemed to have given up on bugging him, Or at least for now.  The lights in the room were put out, and after a few whispers the room fell silent. At last he could get some sleep and rest on what had happened that day.

 

           

Chapter 3: New found friends
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Jackson opened his eyes the next morning only to find he was still trapped in his nightmare. Sighing he pulled the bottle green curtains away from around his bed and rubbed his eyes. The other boys were still sound asleep as he changed into his Slytherin robes and walked down into the common room. There were only a few older students awake at this time and he decided to head down to the great hall and eat early. The more he could avoid Jackson and his gang the better.

 

            When he entered the great hall he found it nearly empty as well, but a few students were sitting at the tables and chatting quietly. Some of them already had spell books propped up as they tried to get ahead of there classes (most of those with books open were Ravenclaw’s) He spotted Amy, who was sitting with a small group of other Ravenclaw girls. She smiled at him when she spotted him and he smiled back. Could I still be friends with her? Or does she even know what it means for someone to be in Slytherin? I bet one of her new friends will explain how all of them are selfish bastards to her… Sure enough after seeing her smile at him one of Amy’s friends began to whisper to her. And Amy had a confused look on her face, as though not understanding how Jackson could be in a house where only the mean went. Jackson looked down at his feet and sat at the Slytherin table. He piled his plate up with bacon, eggs and pancakes, then wolfed them down as though he meant to drown his misery with breakfast foods.

 

            His misery however, was not going to be drowned. When he looked up again he could see James who had already found himself a new group of friends, all of which were Gryffindor’s. James glared at Jackson again and he sunk into himself, he had no hope for regaining his friends any more. Maybe I should just tell the boys in my dormitory I was feeling sick last night and get them to be my mates. I’m sure they would buy it if I just acted mean every once and a while and made some rude comments about Hufflepuff’s being thick and Gryffindor’s being stuck up snobs.  Jackson sighed, but saw the other first year boys sit at his table. He shuffled over to them, and they welcomed him into the group. He almost found himself liking Jared (he soon learned that that was his actually name.) and the other boys, Hunter, Turner and Evan by the time they had finished their meal.

 

            All of the sudden owls came pouring into the now full great hall, dropping parcels in front of students who tore them open with bliss. Most of them received chocolates and such from proud parents. A small parcel was dropped in front of Jackson by an immense Great Horned owl that belonged to his parents. Jared and the others each got a package as well, and Jackson wasn’t surprised, all of their parents must be rich pure bloods as well.

 

            Jackson tore open the parcel, which contained a large amount of sweets and a letter from his mother and father. He pushed the candies aside, he and the others had all agreed to save treats that were received from home in the dormitory for a last sugar rush before bed, before unfolding the letter. Inside was neat handwriting, obviously his father’s.

 

Dear Jackson,

 

It has come to my attention that you have been sorted into Slytherin, and I would like to congratulate you. In the house of Slytherin I am sure you will meet the right kind of people, who will help you become successful later on in life. You don’t have to worry about dirty muggleborn’s there at least. However, Damian has sent me an owl saying he saw you hanging out with a Potter child on the train, and I advice you to avoid this boy at all costs. His lot are a bad influence to a fine young man such as yourself. Keep up the good work and make sure you get along with your head of house.

 

Love, your father

 

P.S. Your mother sends her love as well.

 

Jackson put the letter aside; he was still amazed at how formal his dad wrote in a letter to his youngest son.  Maybe being in Slytherin is for the best, I mean, what was so great about James and the others anyways? The other boys had all received letters from home as well and were just finishing them up around the same time as him. The head of Slytherin house (Professor Fellen) walked up and down the table, handing out the time tables for the year. A shiver ran down Jackson’s spin as the pale dark hair man walked by him, and he could tell Jared, Turner, Evan and Hunter were shaken up when he passed them. They all exchanged glances as he passed by but said nothing.

“Great, we have potions and transfiguration with the Gryffindor’s.” Evan said in an exasperated voice. Hunter rolled his dark brown eyes and sighed.

“Oh well, we don’t have to worry about them outshining us or anything” Jared stated and the others chuckled. “Come on, lets start heading down to the dungeons.” They all agreed and followed Jared down to the potions room.

* * *

             They were nearly at the class when Jared stopped abruptly. They all grunted as they ran into each other.

“What?” Jackson asked

“Gryffindor’s.” Jared answered “Come on, lets go cause them some mischief.” Hunter, Turner and Evan all agreed and they ran in behind the other first years.

“What’s up?” Jared asked them, and when they turned around Jackson noticed it was none other then James and his friends. The blood drained from his face and he tried to hide himself from James’ view. Which was hard when you were almost a foot taller then all the others and broader at the shoulders.

“Nothing.” James replied, he had obviously spotted Jackson at this point, and was walking away.

“Hey, did I say you could go?” Jared demanded, walking after him, the other Slytherin boys backed him up. James didn’t turn around and Jared pulled out his wand, then said a curse that Jackson didn’t catch. James’ bag split open and all his books, quills and ink fell to the ground in a clatter. The ink bottles broke, leaking over all of his new books. James pulled out his wand and ran at Jared, but his friends held him back and Hunter and the others stood menacingly behind Jared, as though daring him to try anything. James kneeled to pick up his stuff and the Slytherin’s walked off, all of them laughing to themselves.

 

            Some of the other Gryffindor’s knelt down to help James, but he told them not to wait up for him and that he’d meet them in class. Jackson lingered behind, then went over and picked up one of James’ textbooks. The green eyed boy gave him a dirty look before snatching the book away. Jackson looked down at his feet and walked off, James obviously had no desire to be his friend anymore. He hastened his stride a bit to catch up to his new friends, leaving James alone to clean up the mess.

 

Jackson opened his eyes the next morning only to find he was still trapped in his nightmare. Sighing he pulled the bottle green curtains away from around his bed and rubbed his eyes. The other boys were still sound asleep as he changed into his Slytherin robes and walked down into the common room. There were only a few older students awake at this time and he decided to head down to the great hall and eat early. The more he could avoid Jackson and his gang the better.

 

            When he entered the great hall he found it nearly empty as well, but a few students were sitting at the tables and chatting quietly. Some of them already had spell books propped up as they tried to get ahead of there classes (most of those with books open were Ravenclaw’s) He spotted Amy, who was sitting with a small group of other Ravenclaw girls. She smiled at him when she spotted him and he smiled back. Could I still be friends with her? Or does she even know what it means for someone to be in Slytherin? I bet one of her new friends will explain how all of them are selfish bastards to her… Sure enough after seeing her smile at him one of Amy’s friends began to whisper to her. And Amy had a confused look on her face, as though not understanding how Jackson could be in a house where only the mean went. Jackson looked down at his feet and sat at the Slytherin table. He piled his plate up with bacon, eggs and pancakes, then wolfed them down as though he meant to drown his misery with breakfast foods.

 

            His misery however, was not going to be drowned. When he looked up again he could see James who had already found himself a new group of friends, all of which were Gryffindor’s. James glared at Jackson again and he sunk into himself, he had no hope for regaining his friends any more. Maybe I should just tell the boys in my dormitory I was feeling sick last night and get them to be my mates. I’m sure they would buy it if I just acted mean every once and a while and made some rude comments about Hufflepuff’s being thick and Gryffindor’s being stuck up snobs.  Jackson sighed, but saw the other first year boys sit at his table. He shuffled over to them, and they welcomed him into the group. He almost found himself liking Jared (he soon learned that that was his actually name.) and the other boys, Hunter, Turner and Evan by the time they had finished their meal.

 

            All of the sudden owls came pouring into the now full great hall, dropping parcels in front of students who tore them open with bliss. Most of them received chocolates and such from proud parents. A small parcel was dropped in front of Jackson by an immense Great Horned owl that belonged to his parents. Jared and the others each got a package as well, and Jackson wasn’t surprised, all of their parents must be rich pure bloods as well.

 

            Jackson tore open the parcel, which contained a large amount of sweets and a letter from his mother and father. He pushed the candies aside, he and the others had all agreed to save treats that were received from home in the dormitory for a last sugar rush before bed, before unfolding the letter. Inside was neat handwriting, obviously his father’s.

 

Dear Jackson,

 

It has come to my attention that you have been sorted into Slytherin, and I would like to congratulate you. In the house of Slytherin I am sure you will meet the right kind of people, who will help you become successful later on in life. You don’t have to worry about dirty muggleborn’s there at least. However, Damian has sent me an owl saying he saw you hanging out with a Potter child on the train, and I advice you to avoid this boy at all costs. His lot are a bad influence to a fine young man such as yourself. Keep up the good work and make sure you get along with your head of house.

 

Love, your father

 

P.S. Your mother sends her love as well.

 

Jackson put the letter aside; he was still amazed at how formal his dad wrote in a letter to his youngest son.  Maybe being in Slytherin is for the best, I mean, what was so great about James and the others anyways? The other boys had all received letters from home as well and were just finishing them up around the same time as him. The head of Slytherin house (Professor Fellen) walked up and down the table, handing out the time tables for the year. A shiver ran down Jackson’s spin as the pale dark hair man walked by him, and he could tell Jared, Turner, Evan and Hunter were shaken up when he passed them. They all exchanged glances as he passed by but said nothing.

“Great, we have potions and transfiguration with the Gryffindor’s.” Evan said in an exasperated voice. Hunter rolled his dark brown eyes and sighed.

“Oh well, we don’t have to worry about them outshining us or anything” Jared stated and the others chuckled. “Come on, lets start heading down to the dungeons.” They all agreed and followed Jared down to the potions room.

* * *

             They were nearly at the class when Jared stopped abruptly. They all grunted as they ran into each other.

“What?” Jackson asked

“Gryffindor’s.” Jared answered “Come on, lets go cause them some mischief.” Hunter, Turner and Evan all agreed and they ran in behind the other first years.

“What’s up?” Jared asked them, and when they turned around Jackson noticed it was none other then James and his friends. The blood drained from his face and he tried to hide himself from James’ view. Which was hard when you were almost a foot taller then all the others and broader at the shoulders.

“Nothing.” James replied, he had obviously spotted Jackson at this point, and was walking away.

“Hey, did I say you could go?” Jared demanded, walking after him, the other Slytherin boys backed him up. James didn’t turn around and Jared pulled out his wand, then said a curse that Jackson didn’t catch. James’ bag split open and all his books, quills and ink fell to the ground in a clatter. The ink bottles broke, leaking over all of his new books. James pulled out his wand and ran at Jared, but his friends held him back and Hunter and the others stood menacingly behind Jared, as though daring him to try anything. James kneeled to pick up his stuff and the Slytherin’s walked off, all of them laughing to themselves.

 

            Some of the other Gryffindor’s knelt down to help James, but he told them not to wait up for him and that he’d meet them in class. Jackson lingered behind, then went over and picked up one of James’ textbooks. The green eyed boy gave him a dirty look before snatching the book away. Jackson looked down at his feet and walked off, James obviously had no desire to be his friend anymore. He hastened his stride a bit to catch up to his new friends, leaving James alone to clean up the mess.

 

 

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