My Everything

Thought I’ll bring in a joint blog morning session for Sentebaleblogs and lizzysweeklyblogs; well teaming up with me, myself and I writing them off course. The fact that I can do the amazing trick is going to be a test because I have no hope of being able to keep up with two blogs at the same time. So Wednesday Mornings at 10am is Sentebaleblogs time to have its first major Wednesday event; I thought who else knows how to kick start it all on a Wednesday, I know my Wednesday Evening Post at 8pm for Lizzysweeklyblogs. Joint effort they all say. 

I cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them; as they roll down my cheeks and into the river, that’s when it was clear that I can’t deny I really miss him and them. To think that I was wrong. I guess you really don’t know what you got until it’s gone. All the pain is just the consequences of the love that we have; I’m just saying on behalf of the children, I’m sorry for the sake of us.

He and them was my everything; until I realised that they had nothing to go on and it’s taking me a lot to say but now he’s gone to rescue the children, my heart is missing something and so now it’s time that I pushed my pride away. This is because you are my everything; you are, you are my everything.  

I know that you’re not going to be that far away but I still can’t handle all of the distance that’s between us; yet you are travelling with me in my heart, as I’m in yours. I hope this is a temporary feeling because this is too much to bear; when they have nothing, without him they know that sorry isn’t a cure but they know that he will get help from somewhere. The children wondered if it ever crossed your mind if they are worth fighting for; because they are his everything and they are my everything, it is time to feel what is is missing in your heart. It is time that you start pushing your pride away. 

Listen to the night sky. As it’s nice and peaceful. The stars glisten you can hear the words of tiny voice of the children singing; “you are, you are, you are my everything.” 

The Inside Of A Teenager’s Mind and How To Communicate.

Teenagers who want to communicate but they can’t because they feel the fear of being judged, get criticism and etc from their parents.

To be able to communicate is to have the ability to connect when it really matters; even when it is often based on the ability to connect, even it doesn’t you have to build the positive of the relationships between a parent and a teen at the time. Even where there is sorting out any communication difficulties in the way of it but there are importance of big talks about significant topics with the teen who may feel embarrassed about talking to their parents about it. 

Channeling the communication to be open between the parent and a teen; is that teenagers may need their parents guidance and boundaries that they may draw and hold. This may have the impact of to be a tactical for any parents or teenagers to get this across on both sides.

Be assertive of your authority may need to be different; when dealing with authority it has to be averse teen, rather than an automatic respectful child. Teens still need to know that you are still interested, still care, on their side and watch. Even if you always don’t agree with them; you need to have the skills and the emotional resilience to go on offering help; even if the face is showing or behind the glass of indifference and opposition.

However getting locked into unhelpful ways of communicating with bickering, nagging, criticism that we all have at times with our parents and teens. Even though we tried to hard to avoid relating to them in every day life; it would either make it easier or just make it, plan lot harder to sort out the key issues.

Reduce the amount of indifference and the opposition between you and your teenager; is by improving your skills, every teen is different to the previous child. Not all teenagers are going to be the same; or the same as you when you were there age. Teens often behave in aways which that it will come difficult for you as parents to give them what they need the most. You as a parent cannot change your teen; but you can change what you do in life and how you behave differently, even if its comes to the point of matching the results in the other person. In which matching you and alternate their behaviour in themselves.

If you need a pet talking lessons or words to help start with the lines of communication open with your teenager, what should you be doing? That’s if you as a parent can help it in away of saying horrible or a criticism way. Why not look in ways of opportunities to talk off-message; like what interests they like doing, or ask if they can join or ask them if they want to come with you as a parent. 

Such like use ‘I’ messages, use open question, share something of yourself, treat the young person as an equal, practise what you preach, listen without judgement or criticism, appreciate them for their positive qualities, give unconditional love but hold strong boundaries over behaviour, give frequent ‘strokes’ as my mum puts it licks like a cat by stroking my arm and yes I did roll my eyes at that one, include the young person in family activities but give them the choice to opt out, understand and take action only when asked for help

For more info click on this link right here 👉🏻 👇🏻 enjoying my emojis and hyper links why too much these days. This is where I found my research; I let you in a little secret, I was reading/doing this when one of my parents were talking to me giving me a lecture about something. Believe me I try and avoid everything as much as possible and I’m 26 years old currently. By the time in the few years time I’ll be a lot older than this blog haha. 

Sentebaleblogs Videos – a mini video of The Climb

I was just casually thinking what to do; I turned to my snapchat app on my phone as I do, then all of the sudden I had an idea. An idea for a mini video with a filter with a song. So I found the song that I wanted and off I went with the idea. Here is my master piece of it all.

Looking Glass Part 4: The Day They Got Separated

It was time that for the three to be segregated to their new protectors. Which the Native American and Fred had put in place officially. To which the Stacie and James had also a observer each; however they don’t know that, hopefully never will have too. 

It was one full moon the night before the three got separated for good. The Native American Chief’s wife asked “tell me it’s not true Dekota…say it’s just a story that everybody is talking about”. As they both sat round the campfire waiting for some news from one of the observers or Fred to come when to move and help them. They both stared into the fire; as they could see the three triplets playing in the orphanage in the department, knowing that the three of them will soon be forgetting each other very soon. 

The Native American spoke out to his tribe whilst still looking into the fire. “So did you hear the story about the Borthwright Triplets. Like three new pins; just from one womb born the exact same day, how they served that day? Yet did you even know why they will be separated? Yet they not knowing that they will be sharing one name. Until the day they meet each other again. As my wife cried out that night when she found out that she had just lost her best friend.” 

There was a pause. The chief looked around in the midst of his Native Tribe; then the trees had started to be picked up by the winds, something in the wind had caught his eye. Something didn’t really feel right. He couldn’t make it out what it was; something really didn’t sit with him right, everyone knew that something wasn’t right as they too picked it up the sense. He pressed on “Did you hear the mother who wasn’t so cruel; but yet there’s a stone in heart that was placed by no other than the murder himself, then come judge for yourselves how she became to play this part of saving her children.” 

There were was a long pause; until they all crinkled their noses, wondering what could make the camp smell like this. Something brushed up against one of the Native American’s foot making him jump; when he realised that it was a wolf laying low but hurt badly, he watched as the wolf changed back into a human being. The wolf was Tom. To the Native Americans horror that someone that they knew was so badly beaten had come all this way for help; the Native American Chief and his wife quickly stood up, ordered a group of them to bring him into the tepee and get the Native American Tucson the healer of the tribe who should be sleeping. 

In the mist of the Native American Campsite of everyone running around getting things, doing things everything that was possible to save their friend. A man in a small town/village was quite miffed because he had to be somewhere at 7; the time was 6:55pm, as he got in through the door his daughters had come running towards him giving him a hug. Whilst he was try to put his stuff down and head back out of the door; his wife knew he was angry that the train was late today, and it would always comes early or on time. The rules had become a bit tight since the murder of their two friends; she knew her husband wanted to hurt the primeminster one way or another, and along with Fred who was trying to get the disappearance act lifted for those who needed it the most…..

July Newsletter 2017

“The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.”―E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web

Another Summer month gone. Time has flown by with lots of things that have happened; well for me I don’t think much has happened, but I’ll you be the judge of that after this. 

Firstly I was loving the heat and etc; until it came to the last day of term, you know when it’s the uk and it’s the last day of time. If your British and you know where I’m going with on this one. It starts raining. You start to get to notice the change pattern quite dramatically the weeks or the last week leading up to it. I start to feel it in my knees; only reason this is because the other weekend I had to strap up my knee as best I could without taking all the plasters, the fabric bandage and etc. I have weak ligaments and sprain practically everything from the wrists to the knees and the ankles. You probably thinking why don’t I go to the doctors about it all. I have countless of times throughout my life about it. Even when I was a young age; one of my parents went off on one at the receptionist at the time; threatened to them if I wasn’t to see a doctor right away, they would take me to A&E but yet the doctors couldn’t find anything wrong. So I ended up just treating every sprain, pain and everything myself. 

That’s what cold does to you when you know something isn’t right; you know that it’s going to cause havoc with every joint, much as possible believe me my back is getting painful. Don’t even get me started on my ear. Ooh so mad about that one too. 

As my nice summer has gone from nice sunny to miserable raining time; I have actually started to focus on more of my blogging side of things, as you have noticed recently. Also you may of noticed somethings that have been creeping in over the past two weeks or so. You got it The Tales of the Three Triplets and Tom Kennedy. The original idea that I had was probably back in 2006/2007 I think it was; can’t remember with The Tales of the three Triplets, I’ve been re-writing and re-writing their stories but I haven’t got round to publishing it. I thought I’ll give it ago with putting a different version up but keep it similar to the story line that I had started; no idea where that went, must be around here somewhere. The fact is I wanted to see how well their stories would do on my blog website; so that I could see if it’s worth to turn it into a full book or not, I will see about that to be honest with you. Tom Kennedy is sort of a follow on but before the three triplets came along; I was putting a hit and miss with starting with him and where do I start with his story, I just thought you know what just get on with it and see where it goes. So that’s what I did to be honest; I take gambles and see where they go, what happens if they don’t work. Blah blah blah. 

I know I didn’t it again rambling along not really know where I was going with it once again. To be honest do I ever know where I’m going with it? Correct it’s me I never know where I’m going with the blogs at the times like these; completely utter madness, but you guys wouldn’t have it any other way really.

This month has seen new blogs coming in to the website; such as extras for the 6 out of the 7 days that have major events, then you have the Saturday Topic at 3pm, Saturday Story/Poem Time at 10am and last but not least the two that I have just mentioned about Tom Kennedy and The Tales of the Triplets. All in which have become quite successful in a way that; they all have made their impact on the website, also been taken in like they were the new babies that you guys thought they were your own. I am glad that you guys are liking them a lot; accepting them as something different, than being judgemental about them and they have room to grow. 

The fact that I just whipped up this picture quickly and easy I do say so myself. Due to the fact I just forgot what I was going to talk about next but then I realised that I was going to talk about the freelance company. Back in June 2017 I was contacted by somebody via twitter from the company; they had been watching and reading my blogs that I have been writing about, they wanted me to think about joining them as a free lancer to write things that I want to write about. So I joined up and I wasn’t too sure at the time; what to think about it, as I was asking a lot of questions along the way because I still didn’t understand it all.

 To be honest I still don’t understand it but yet I’ve come a long way; within my writing both professionally and coming up new ways of doing things, that I wouldn’t of doing it. I have a monitor/peer mentor; who reads over my work when I send a piece for review sometimes I don’t email, sometimes I email if I’m not too sure about a piece or just to ask a question. It has been a painful experience but it’s starting to become a regular thing now; like with my official website to the point of what I think will go well on the official blog, will go well on the Vocal Media. Sometimes I’m wrong. I sometimes find that one does better than the other and visa; it really doesn’t bother me but it does make see what does work and what doesn’t work, because when I look at the stats at both each week it does to show that what works. 

At the end of the day Vocal Media is there for me to be able to gain money; help to support the official blog to run, along side helping me out with financial as well and I have reached my mark all ready. After realising that I can do things to boost things up a bit; I know “well done Lizzy you doughnut you have just made yourself have a blonde moment”, I know thanks guys you know me so well haha. 

That’s a wrap for this months blog newsletter. Let’s keep smiling, keep being positive and enjoy the freedom of reading. Yay!

What is The Tales of Three Triplets about?

The lots of thoughts and risks went into putting this out for you to guys. I hope you enjoy reading them.

I had started writing The Tales of Three Triplets originally when I was in year 10 I think it was; which would be back in 2006 I think it was, not 100% sure it’s been going for so long that I’ve been re-writing it none stop over the years. I have at least 20 questions that I have found; each question I will answer truthfully, honestly and the best I can so that you guys can understand what the main reason behind this.

1) Explain the title: The Tales of the Triplets came about when I was trying to think of what to cool the whole book; as there was or will be a series of short stories that will link up to all the stories through out the book, it shares the tales of what they have got up to and each one tells the story or how the feel at the time of the situation.

2) What category or genre do you think it fits into? The genre is a fantasy children’s book; to which they can explore the world of their imagination, letting them go wild with the thought of having different types of animals and wanting to go to old places that may have been mentioned in the book.

3) What do you think the author’s purpose was? The purpose was to get the insight of each triplet; as each character has their own unique, sense of doing things, but two of them do slip up when they push the wrong buttons or never know when Duncan is going to go off on one. Mainly James says something that ticks Duncan off because of his stupidity when he doesn’t think; before he says it, he just says it before thinking. 

4) Something you liked about it: The fact that they are learning about themselves along the way; whilst looking for something, but also to be able to get to know each other more as they haven’t been together since they’ve been an infant. Also each one has my sort of character; weather I’m angry I make one of the characters angry, if I’m upset get one of the characters to be upset and so on. 

5) Something you disliked about it: What I don’t like about it is; even James winds me up at the best of times, throughout the series. I know I know I made the character; every author has one character that they really don’t like don’t they? I’ve just told you mine. 

6) Describe the setting: Each story will be a follow on where the previous story had left; in which flows swimmingly like they were meant to be one whole book, but with the each story has twist. Just to as when you think they will be safe! Then boom! Something happens to them. 

7) Which character did you like most? There’s this one character that I love the most; but I can’t really tell you much about him; he is a classic fun guy, who’s related to the triplets one way or another but they don’t know it yet and neither does the person. He’s always a practical joker that plays tricks on everyone from left, right and centre. 

8) Which character did you like least? As I have mentioned in one of the questions the one character I least don’t like is James; he does try his hardest to be not the stupid one, or the annoying one as that but he’s just one of the poses characters that you just want to punch in the face. Pretty much want to do that everyday at people in the real world to be honest; but I like it in this world as I get someone else to do my dirty work, at the end of the day it’s my characters and I can pretty much do what I like within reason of course. 

9) Describe one of the main characters: To describe one main character…hmm like me think. I’m going to go for Duncan; this is because I based Duncan around my cousin who’s autistic, so I thought wouldn’t it be cool to explore through the eyes of a character who is autistic. But with a shocking twist that he is only half autistic because of this magical power that he has is stopping him fully developing the full special needs. He can also experience a normal life as well. Duncan has blonde browny hair; rather likes it flat and into his eyes a bit, he’s taller and the oldest out of the three of them. 

10) Would you get these stories published on paper? I would definitely get these blog story post as on paper one day soon; I would love to see how well they do, that’s why I want to see how well they do on my blog websites to begin with. If they do well then I’ll find the courage to get them published. 

The whole process of the whole Tales of the Triplets; can be quite challenging at the best of times, were I loose touch with it either because I’m so busy with other things or I don’t know what to write or get so frustrated with it that I don’t think that they are good enough pieces of work. 

Monjority of the process can be easy when I know what to write; as my pen flows onto the paper, I don’t actually write the story I let the characters tell the story for themselves. It’s all about them. They are the stars of the stories. Not me. I like to think in my head that I have a meeting with all the characters; one by one they have ideas for me to write down, or they give me ideas on post it’s that they have written i.e. Me obviously. 

When it thunderstorms I cheekily joke with myself; that I’m not coming up to sort them out I’m busy, you sort yourseleves out this time. I tend to joke about the quotes and share them on twitter then realise that no one knows the in joke. Other than my sister and my cousin. However now that I say something in cross reference you guys know even if I’m writing a blog and I say something. You would think hang on; that would be so somebody rather would say, I generally don’t realise myself sometimes. 

The process for me is each section is a beginning has a set of questions; the second section has a set of questions, and the last section has a set of questions. Each question has a paragraph each of a brief summary of what it be; once the brief out set of the whole story is done, in the next notebook I write it out all out adding more description into the paragraphs and then when it comes to the typing up I edit the story that way. To which is my average story time writing process; I also like to research places to add more feel too it, and if I’ve been there then the sense of the characters would feel too.

Update and Announcements

The updates and announcements for this week of 24th July 2017.

This week I want to make a quick announce that I have been posting a few of my blogs on Vocal Media; I’m not leaving my official harding working blog, readers and followers, but I thought of joining with Vocal Media to be able to help fund the official the website to keep it going. 

I would like you guys to check it all out along with checking out other people’s blog work as well. I also would like you to help me share the link that I have attached. 

Who Says?

I wouldn’t want to be like anybody else. 

You made me insecure about myself; told me that I wasn’t good enough for anyone else, but who are you to judge when your just a control freak that just wants to own me. You’re just a diamond in the rough on the ground getting kicked about. I’m pretty sure that you got things you would like to change about yourself; but when it comes to me, I wouldn’t want to be like everybody else. Yet you want me to be like everybody else.

I may not be a beauty queen. I’m just beautiful little me. You have got every right to a beautiful life. So who says, who says that your not perfect? Who says you’re not worth it? Also who says that your the only one that’s hurting? Trust me as I’m the one who’s going to be fighting back.

Who says, who says your not perfect? Who says your not worth it? Who says your the one is hurting? Who would you trust? believe me or the bully trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who’s says your not pretty? Who says your not beautiful? Who says? Could you point them out for me. I’ll take you under my wing and make you feel better and won’t change you. 

It’s such a funny thing; when you know that nothing is funny when it’s you, you tell them what you mean and yet they keep over riding the truth like it’s a work of art that really never seen the light. Yet your beneath the stars which won’t let you touch the sky.

I may not be a beauty queen. I’m just beautiful little me. You’ve got the every right to a beautiful life. So who says, who says that your not perfect? Who says you’re not worth it? Also who says that your the only one that’s hurting? Trust me as I’m the one who’s going to be fighting back. 

Who says, who says your not perfect? Who says your not worth it? Who says your the one is hurting? Who would you trust an believe me or the bully trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who’s says your not pretty? Who says your not beautiful? Who says? Could you point them out for me. I’ll take you under my wing and make you feel better and won’t change you.

Who says that you’re not star potential? Who says that you’re not presidential? Who says that you can’t be in movies? Listen to me, listen to me. Who says that you didn’t pass the test? Who says that you can’t be the best? Who said, who said? Would you tell me who really said that?

Who says, who says your not perfect? Who says your not worth it? Who says your the one is hurting? Who would you trust and believe me or the bully? trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who’s says your not pretty? Who says your not beautiful? Who says? Could you point them out for me. I’ll take you under my wing and make you feel better and won’t change you.

Who says, who says your not perfect? Who says your not worth it? Who says your the one is hurting? Who would you trust an believe me or the bully trust me, that’s the price of beauty. Who’s says your not pretty? Who says your not beautiful? Who says? Could you point them out for me. I’ll take you under my wing and make you feel better and won’t change you.

Who says that you’re not star potential? Who says that you’re not presidential? Who says that you can’t be in movies? Listen to me, listen to me. Who says that you didn’t pass the test? Who says that you can’t be the best? Who said, who said? Would you tell me who really said that?

Who says? Who says that you can’t be different? Who says? 

Tell me something I don’t know 

The things that you may find that you and you just want to find something that you don’t know. You ask someone just to tell you something different; than you already heard or someone has already told you, like change the record.

Everybody who tells me, who I speak to says it’s so hard to make it, but yet so hard to break it or even get a break from it, there’s no way in faking the whole scenario. Everybody keeps telling me that it’s wrong to how I feel about it; that I shouldn’t believe in it, the dreams that I’m dreaming shouldn’t be persuade. I hear it everyday. I hear all the time. To the point of I’m never going to amount anything but they’re never going to change my mind; as I’m going to prove them wrong everytime. 

Oh! Tell me, tell me, tell me. Something I don’t know, something I don’t know, something I don’t know. Instead of a broken track record. Tell me something that I don’t know; like how many inches in a mile? What I can do to make you smile?, not keeping treating me like a child. 

Everybody tells me I don’t know what I’m doing; this life I’m trying to pursue, all the odds of me loosing is piling up and everybody tells me that it’s just one in a million. More like one in a billion or one in a zillion. Yet I hear it everyday. I hear it all the time. I’m never gonna amount to much. They’re never going to change my mind. No! 

How many inches in a mile because I don’t know? You going to tell me something that would make you smile? Other than treat me like a child. My life inside me asked me “are you ready for it?” I replied “Yeah I’m ready for it.” “Really ready for it?” “Yeah I’m ready for it.” Now that I’m on my way, I know I’m going to get there one day soon. It doesn’t help when you say that it won’t be easy. 

How many inches are there in a mile? What has it got to take to make you smile? Than treating me like a child. How many inches are there in a mile! What hast it got to take to make you smile? Because your treat me like a child baby. 

Just tell me, tell me, tell me. Just tell me something I don’t know, just tell me something I don’t know, just tell me something I don’t know. As I’m waiting in the rain in front of you; to tell me something that I really don’t know, like are you going to support me or not. 

Because I know I will never make the same mistakes that you did; I will never let myself cause so much misery for my heart, as I will not break the way that you fell so hard onto the ground. I’ve learned the hard way before it actually get that far. Because of you. I never to far from the path that I want to take. Because of you. I learned to play on the safe side so that I won’t get hurt. Because of you I find it a lot harder trust not only just me, but everyone around me. 

Because of you I am afraid that I’m going to loose my way and it’s not too long before you point it out. That I cannot cry I know that’s the weakness in your eyes; yet I’m forced to fake it, with a smile and a laugh everyday of my life. My heart wasn’t even whole to start with; so my heart possibly break, just tell me something that I don’t know.

Just tell me!

Looking Glass Part 3: The night they became orphans

There’s two sides of what happened that night; one I’m just about to tell you, another is secretly safe with me until I’m ready to let the full works out in paper. Let me continue that one fateful night. – Authors Notes

Urgent News 

Mark Borthwright has been killed; looking for the suspect/creature a like, we know who’s behind it but we are still looking and how he must of done it.

Deputy Head 

Lord Phillip Mounthouse

Deputy Head of Worlds Apart School

Deputy of Kennedy Department 

Co-Protector to the Queen of United Kingdom

Auour of Worlds Apart 

Their worst fear became true; Marshall felt Duncan and his whatever it is building up inside him once more, he said to everyone move away from me and Duncan slowly and steadily. The two other offices picked up James and Stacie quickly and started to move backwards with the security officer who put a shield over them for protection. Marshall could see the other two turning away snuggling and buried their heads in the arms of their protectors; knowing something was going to happen, it wasn’t going to be good one single bit. 

There was three loud pops and cracks; which they all heard to which point didn’t sound to great in the wall of the orphanage, Fred muttered a few swear words under his breath. To which made the Native American Chief smirk with laughter; because he knew how badly every Kennedy made that crack worse over time, he had loads to prove it in his camp. 

The observer ran over explaining to Marshall to lay Duncan down or lay Duncan on top off him if he’s not letting go. He promised it was going to hurt him one bit or Duncan. Whatever it was; it felt like eternity, wishing it was over and done with. Fred was use to death threats when it came to his own family problems; that’s why he highered them because he knew that they wouldn’t, which made the Native American Chief laugh more. Sometimes Fred wondered why he brought his old friend with him half the time; he doesn’t really do much in the way of helping, just let the person who’s doing the whole transition and etc do it. Unless his laughter has got something to do it with it. Never understood why he would laugh about things like that; then he had notice that the Native American Chief had left his side, as he watched from not to far away. 

Both Observer and Native American Chief mummers a incantation or something that drew more invisible magic into Duncan; on which Fred really didn’t like about but it had to be done, as he was too young to control the magic at the age. 

“Don’t be afraid to cry. It will free your mind of sorrowful thoughts. – Hopi,” “Day and night cannot dwell together. – Duwamish,” “It is better to have less thunder in the mouth and more lightning in the hand. – Apache” “They are not dead who live in the hearts they leave behind. – Tuscarora” “All plants are our brothers and sisters. They talk to us and if we listen, we can hear them. – Arapaho” “Tell me and I’ll forget. Show me, and I may not remember. Involve me, and I’ll understand. – Tribe Unknown.” “Before eating, always take time to thank the food. – Arapaho” “When we show our respect for other living things, they respond with respect for us. – Arapaho” “If we wonder often, the gift of knowledge will come. – Arapaho” “Most of us do not look as handsome to others as we do to ourselves. – Assiniboine” “Those that lie down with dogs, get up with fleas. – Blackfoot” “In age, talk; in childhood, tears. – Hopi” “We always return to our first loves. – Tribe Unknown” “What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. – Blackfoot” “When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice. – Cherokee” “Those who have one foot in the canoe, and one foot in the boat, are going to fall into the river. – Tuscarora” “The weakness of the enemy makes our strength. – Cherokee”

The whole incantation of what they had done come to an end; it felt so long for some people in which, Stacie and James had fell asleep in the detectives laps and the security guard was completely out of it as he fell asleep on the comfortable floor. Fred was sitting up against the wall dosing off to sleep; Duncan and Marshall were finally asleep to which became easier for the Native American Chief and the observer, the Native American Chief whispered to the observer to go and get the tribe as he stayed here to watch over everyone. When the observer comes back and everyone is place of protecting the orphans and the department he would join the Native American Chief in the Kennedy Orphanage……