James snorted. "You mean you're afraid to stand up to them," he replied, eyeing him. He couldn't quite figure out how kids got into this sort of position. When people had tried to pick on him or his sister, James had come out guns blazing. He might not have been the strongest kid in the world, and he might not have won every fight, but after the third busted lip people learned to just leave it alone.
"I don't know. What year is it?" How old was he supposed to be now? Somewhere in his 30's, right? "I'd say fifteen, maybe?"