Was this normal?

Bentley was sprawled on his back with his camera next to him staring into the ceiling of the treehouse. He hadn't been here long enough for him to start missing his family the way he was. He was eleven!! Eleven year olds didn't miss their moms kissing them good night or staying up with them when they can't sleep...right? And he was sure they especially didn't miss annoying little brothers calling them cheese head.

Bleh....stupid Heath....and stupid Belle with her stupid really adorable face and baby drool.

Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe if he practiced some magic he'd feel better.

Hopping to his feet, Bentley reached through the window and pulled off several leaves. He'd just see how good he was at fire charms...

Hehehehe

He set the small pile of leaves down and sat a little bit off from it...."ahem..."incendo!"......nothing..."right...I'm pretty sure that doesn't even sound right...maaaybe I need to say it louder..."