TV and he isnât allowed in my bedroom under any circumstances, unless I let him which would be nice if I did. Dad said so.
âYour home is broken, Robert, which is why youâre here and why you donât have a TV in your room. Once your home is fixed you might have a TV in your room too.â
Sometimes I sit and watch it even when Iâd rather be outside or downstairs or something, just because itâs nice to have one and nice that Robert doesnât.
I hear him when Iâm in my room, my TV on but the sound down and me listening to the bubbling of their voices coming up. Robert is all little when Iâm around but I hear a whole lot of him when Iâm not. Plus Mum and Dad always sound happy when heâs chatty as if it means theyâre special. Like itâs their fault heâs talking.
I got the TV though.
He gets good marks at his new school now since heâs been borrowing my parents. Mum says his grades are going up andI should let him help me out, that he wonât be here forever and I should take advantage of his brain while I can. She always says that to me. âHe wonât be here forever.â Sometimes that makes me feel better for a little bit. Except it already feels like forever.
Plus Robert is always good, not like the usual foster boys. His only weakness is he eats too fast. Dad hates the food competition, he says. But he told me once that actually Robert eats like that because he never used to know where his next meal was coming from.
They donât tell him off about his manners either, they just let him pig out. Meanwhile I get told off all the time. âElbows off the table. Donât post it. Chew properly. Cut donât tear.â
They say Robert just has to get it out of his system but when I try that line it never works.
The only thing Robert gets kind of in trouble for is that Mum and Dad keep finding things hidden in his room. Food normally but also yucky things like rubbish, banana skins, empty crisp packets, and lots of Mumâs cotton wool that she uses to take off her make-up with. Even her perfume and dirty clothes. Knickers!
A lot of Mumâs things but mainly food. Mum checks his room every few days and if he hasnât hidden anything he gets a prize. I donât hide things and I donât get a prize, except sometimes, sometimes she gives me a prize too. She does.
Robert stayed late at school for something today so Iâm on my own in the back of the car on the way to get him, turning my robot into a monster and wondering whatâs coming because I had to wait in class today while Mum and Miss Marshall had a chat without me. Which means about me.
Mum says my name in that sort of way which sounds like somethingâs coming. I look out the window then quickly start turning my monster back. Robots donât feel anything. Like Roberts maybe.
âYes,â I say to her while Iâm looking at a man whoâs hitting hisdog beside the traffic lights and the dog canât hit back. Itâs just squishing itself closer to the pavement and sort of licking the front of its lips really slowly and crouching down.
âMiss Marshall had a word with me at school today, Sonny Jim.â
A robot doesnât feel anything and is superhuman but monsters have feelings, like King Kong who fell in love with a woman even though she was too small for him.
âWhenâs your birthday?â she says.
I stop changing the Transformer for a moment because my scarred for life hand is sore. I only just had the bandages off and the doctor said it all depends on how the scar responds to my hand growing. Plus I thought this chat was going to be about what I did to Simon during English.
I answer her and keep holding the robot, flipping its legs round. From green and blue to blue and green. Nearly there, I go faster. I used to time myself changing from the robot to the monster and my record is 42 seconds but that was when I had