By the door there it stood his new owner: a beautiful red-haired girl, with green eyes and freckles, she was skinny and hid herself behind black clothes, skinny jeans, a leather jacket, a top with silver crucifix.
She met him at the counter with cash to pay for James.
“He’s a jolly fella, you know!”
“Ok…” she answered for politeness, kind of bothered by the pet store owner. While he received and counted the money, she laid a finger on the glass and tapped it gently. James saw the crafted nails with black polish and silly skulls drawn in them. She was smiling at him dearly.
“You should feed him about once a day that would be enough, the temperature of the box…”
“I know how to take care of a frog. I used to look for my uncle’s.”
“Beautiful creatures they are” the man said. “You’re really cool, what’s your name?”
“Wilma” she said rather annoyed. She took the tank and carried into the car. They drove for some time, or maybe that was just his perception. She had put him under the passenger’s seat. James jumped over the greenery and found a position where he could observe her. She either took good care of herself or was really young – a high-schooler maybe. She drove into a garage- When she took the tank out he could see the garage door closing and the suburban houses outside under a rainy sky. Inside the kitchen an older woman was baking on the counter.
“Oh, you got that thing after all”
“Yes! Mom…”
She passed trough the living room where her father was watching TV and two kids played on the carpet, they immediately got up and James flinched scared when he saw them approaching the aquarium.
“Can we play with it, Wilma? Please? It’s so ugly, I’d love to use it to prank my teacher!” the toothless boy said.
“Forget it, Denver. God forbid if I find you in my room” she warned him. Her father muttered something about being nice while she went up the stairs. She entered in her bedroom – slightly darker and more mature than a normal girl’s and placed the tank on a cabinet where a space was waiting for him. Over him there was a big portrait of Tim Burton's Jack Skeleton's head. "How could she sleep with it looking at her", he thought.
“I won’t let my brother nor my cousin put their filthy hands on you, don’t worry Obi-Wan. I’ll get some food for you, don’t worry!”