for everything a reason

I-It means I’m sma-smarter t-t-t-than you-u.

Gasp! That's h..horrible!

I-I have a high-higher IQ t-t-t-than you-u.

So? That does not me...an anything.

I.. -

You are stupid.

Sto-Stop. G-G-Genie, stop-p.

Make me.

You’d be surprised at how many people frequent bars during the day…or not.

Bars?

Exc-Excuse me-e?

You are a prick. 

My mo-mom m-m-m-made me brow-brownies. Tha-That’s the w-w-w-way I know she-e loves m-m-me.

What if iPhones never existed?

Eh.. I think pigeons. Pigeons would be co..ol.

Alex couldn’t believe this finally, all of his hard work in trying to get Genie out of the orphanage and into his home had worked. Sure, he wasn’t really all that much older than her to be adopting her, and would likely end up being more of a protective big brother than a parent, but he knew that he could provide what she needed, which was a normal life now. She didn’t belong in the orphanage anymore, and he knew that - even just in the past month that he’d been trying to adopt her, her vocabulary and speaking had gotten better than he ever could have imagined. She deserved a better life than what she’d been given, and Alex was determined to give that to her.

When Alex spoke, she jumped a little in her seat. She grinned widely, then answered with a loud "Yes!" She wasn't sure on what she was going to do first when she got to her new home. In her first foster family, they just sat her down to do some coloring. That was cool. Genie got bored of it eventually and found that there was nothing to do. In fact, Genie had brought a catalog with her with all the stuff she wants, which is mostly toys. As in, Barbie and Lego. That aside, she's also been looking at furniture. Her first choice was the bed with the slide, but that idea was shut down by one of the kids at the care home claiming 'Genie was too big.'

A grape sounds lovely.

Here... Do you like Jen...ga?

Alright then. I won’t touch you, yeah? Unless you’re choking or something.

Deal. Do you want a grape?

But why not? I won’t hurt you, ya’ know.

Cause... People can hurt you, not knowing they are. To stop that, I don't let people touch me so they won't hurt me.

Why don’t they?

'Cause I do not let them.

No. You have no reason to be sorry, alright? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, yeah? Let’s just forget it happened.

O..kay. People do not touch me.

Hmm, I haven’t gone around that much here yet. You decide.

The park!