Major disaster happens: Haiti Earthquake, Japan Nucular Problem

Then two years after earthquake in Haiti we ignor it and pretentd that every thing is back to the norm. Japan it’s the same they are still fighting the nucular reactors and what do we hear on the news??? NOTHING AT ALL! MAKES ME MADDDDDDDDD.

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My Butler the Prince

By Robbie Creweso

Chapter 1

Fire, Water, and Burns

Akira walked down the dirt path, bored out of her mind. The people at this boarding school hated her. That was official for sure, no one really spoke to her if they could help it. Akira sighed and stared up head at the woods. Funny thing that, the school grounds had a hole wood in it’s back yard. It was beautiful yes by why? For privacy? Akira didn’t know, nor sis she really care at the moment. She walked on into the woods. With only the path as her guide. Her Purple uniform skirt swished quietly. She hated purple it was a Royal colour so that meant only posh people wore it. Akira was not a posh person and never would be. The only reason she was here was because Jade needed her to try and be on her own. For once, in a place that was “safe”. Now dressed in a gold blouse, purple waist coat, purple skirt, and gold pants. No “Trousers” that was the posh name for them. Only the boys had trousers but Akira would not wear a skirt if it was not knee length and had pants under it.

Akira suddenly stopped in the middle of the path. Birch trees and pines surrounded her. A few fur and oak were seen too. But that was not why she stopped. It was because the path forked. Great! Akira thought nastily. After a few moment’s thought she was about to go left when some thing caught her eye. In the middle was the woods but there was less grass strait ahead. In a sort of make shift path not noticeable to a posh person. Carefully Akira stepped onto the path and walked up the hidden path. See where boredom takes you? Brambles scratched at her and she nearly fell once or twice. But she pressed on and was rewarded with the path turning into gravel, then to cobble stone. Odd in the middle of a wood? Akira pressed on until she reached a clearing, the cobble stone path went strait to a old Japanese style house with a bush wall around it. Funny there was no old Japanese houses back at the main house or in the dorms. This is a secret house. My secret house, thought Akira smugly. She hurried up the path to the metal arch that had dragons carved into the metal. Akira stared at the court yard and all hopes of secret house was dashed. A stone, dragon fountain bubbled up and tricked down the stone. A boy about 17 or 16 stood with his back to her. He had blackish blue hair cropped short just mid neck length. He wore a blue Kimono and bare feet. He held out his hands to the water then pulled back. Water flowed in the direction of his hands.

Water elementalist! They were rare now a days. Akira watched fascinated as the boys made the water his hands every movement. He did back flips, punched water from his fists, and other martial art type things. And ended with creating a shield of water. By using his fore arms pushing up. Then he put his hands down. She could see his face clearly now. It was young and thoughtful, his skin was a light copper. And had ocean, pale, green-blue eyes. A lock of hair on the right side of his face was longer than the rest of his hair. It was past his shoulder and hand a blue ribbon tied in a crisis-cross pattern. He was tall about 6’2”. But he did not look at Akira or even see her. Suddenly a clapping sound came from the house. Akira saw for the first time that a other boy was watching the water elementalist. He was the same height as the other boy. But was very different, he had blood red hair that was all spikes pointing downward. It was very short but cute in a way. He had bright copper skin and a very good chest. Akira blushed. The other boy had no shirt on. Weeeeeeeee. She thought. Defiantly no girls here! Or else they’d faint.

“Very good my brother!” The other boy said, he had a strong voice. He jumped off the porch and laded lightly his black baggy pants hung at his side.

“Now it is my turn to practice.” His golden eyes glinted happily.

The other boy sighed.

“Troy you are so vain. Fire can be easily destroyed by water, wind and earth! Yet you seem to think that Fire can defeat all! It’s the most dangerous of all the elements! You should know above all others by now.”

Troy shrugged.

“I like the power it gives me.” Thus his training began. He did the most wild moves, like his brother. Troy was not calm and sincere, he was like a burning, roaring fire. It was controlled but only just. Wild round house kicks and other kicks seemed to be his favourite. Akira suddenly noticed that Troy was sedately getting closer to her. Just as she was about to back away, it was to late. Troy did a amazing jump-side kick, when flames cascaded out of both his fists and feet. Straight at Akira, a scream came from her throat heart breaking and terrified. She could see the shocked expressions on both Troy’s and his brother’s faces. Automatically Akira put her arms up to protect her face. The flames felt like lava on her skin, pain was the only thing she could feel. Then it was over, the heat was not gone but it did not hurt as much. Akira was breathing hard and erratically, slowly she lowered her arms to see the faces of Troy and his brother. Bother were opened mouthed and pale faces. Akira’s knees gave way and she collapsed onto the ground. There was thumping sounds from the house and a booming voice said.

“Kay, what the hell was-”The sliding door opened a 18 or 19 year old boy stood. He was 6’3” and had dark, shoulder length green hair, the colour of pines. Baby green eyes widened at the sight of her.

“Oh, my… Breath of Dragons! Troy!” He looked at the trembling boy.

“Did you do THAT TO HER??”

“I NEVER even saw her untill the last minute!” Troy shouted back.

“She appeared out of no were! I swear that I NEVER SAW HER UNTILL NOW!”

The blue boy was walking over to Akira. He knelt and reached out a hand towards her. Akira panicked, she pulled away from him eyes wide. Terror on her face her back back hit the metal of the arch. She was trapped!

“Hey, hey, easy now you’ll hurt your self more.” The boy spoke gently.

“I’m not going to hurt you alright? I just need to see your arms wont be a mo.” He smiled kindly. Akira studded him carefully, but he seemed sincere. Plus Water elementalists were known for their kindness and healing powers. Slowly Akira held out her right arm. And just as slowly the blue boy reached out to her arm and gently rolled down the sleeves. Akira winced.

“Sorry! Sorry,” The blue boy waved his left hand, water surrounded it like a glove. With his right hand the boy examined the flesh that was nearly black.

“Troy.” The boy spoke quietly but as hard as ice.

“She has almost 3^rd degree burns. The flesh is nearly black. She may never use them again.” Sharp words, like ice nails piecing skin.

“Hey I never saw her! It was her fault for being here in the first place! Besides..” Troy shrugged his shoulders, Golden eyes blazing.

“She’s a weakling.”

Akira felt as if she had been hit.

“Troy!” Both the green boy and the blue boy spoke at once.

“She is not a weakling!” The blue boy said as he rubbed his water hand over her burns. The water glowed with healing power.

“If she was she would still be screaming and would be crying. She is doing neither!” The blue boy looked up.

“Ignore my twin, he’s an idiot!”

Twins? That was rare, but she shook her head. Emerald green eyes filling up with tears as the blue boy continued on her left arm.

“No, he’s right I am a weakling…” Her voice trailed off. No matter what she did, no matter what she would always be Kill in peoples eyes. They saw Kill not Akira. And even if she saved the world it would make no difference. Every one would still think that she was weak.

The blue boy was staring at her.

“No, you are the strongest girl I have ever met.” The words echoed in her mind. Akira managed a smile.

“Thanks. But I’d better be going. She stood up.

“Wait! Your arms…” The blue boy stood quickly.

“They have not healed yet. And they wont heal for at least 2 weeks.” He would have continued but she spoke.

“I am a fast healer.” She turned and walked back down the cobblestone path a few paces then she turned back. The wind whipped her fiery-golden hair, making it flash in the sunlight hard eyes stared at the boys. Akira saw another boy tall, and lanky. 6’4”, shiny, Raven black hair and Sapphire eyes he’s skin was the most coppery of them all. Green boy had a light tan that was it. Black boy wore a black long sleeved shirt and black baggy jeans. His eyes were only on Akira. Brothers her thoughts said. They are all brothers why is the last one not wind??

“Theses wounds are nothing compared to the ones I already have.” Run, her thoughts said. Run. So she turned and ran as fast as she could down the cobble stone path.

“Wait!” She heard Blue boy shout.

“What’s your name?!?” Akira did not answer, just kept running even though the brambles scratched at her, she stumbled and slipped all the way to the Dorms. Where she was sent to the Office to get a new uniform.

Chapter 2

Sewing, Late Dinners and Names

“And you will have to make your own shirt and waist coat. For you did not give a good explanation why you are burned and your other clothes are trashed! You will have to make your new uniform under stood!?”

“Yes Ms. Fountain.” Akira said in a bored way.

“Yes Madame Fountainiery the 22^nd!”

“Yes Madame Lady Fountainiery the 22^nd of the land of Boredom…”

Akira saw the shocked look and disapproval on the Lady head Mistress of the Girl part of the Knight’s and Ladies Boarding school. Along with training Butlers and Maids plus Ladies-in-waiting. Oh and the odd Manservant.

K this is foe me and my Best friend Tara.

We are Twins Tara is Reflection or Reflex as I call him. (Yes we pretend to be guys..) Reflex is a Crystal Nymph he has Long white hair, (yes we both like guys with long hair.) And pale green eye with no pupils….He kinda looks like this..

And I am a Light nymph… I can control light. I have Emerald green eyes and firey blonde hair. I look like this.

we are the Prankesters of the school. We are the trouble makers and everyone hates us. But we don’t care!

enjoy!

~C

If you went to Tran High School and asked about Kan Raven Hillhorse. They would not say much about him. Some would say that he was Emo. Some would say that he was Gothic. Others would say that he was good at phys ed. Nothing much was known about him. All they knew was that he was Native American. That he wore black all the time and a black with a red strip across the middle head band. Lastly that he was amazing at sports and gymnastics. But the truth about Kan R. was that he was an assassin. Working for the Nonmigratory Assassin Unit. N.A.U. This is Kan’s story.

ASSASSIN’S TURNING

Chapter 1

Kan walked silently through the busy hallways of Tran High School. His long shiny black hair tied back in a pony tail. Odd green eyes seeing every detail. It was Gym time. Mentally he sighed, why did he have to live with amateurs? They made life so complicated! Them with their stupid little minds,thinking only of them selves. Not even knowing that the world was different then they actually thought! Ha! They thought the world was “normal”. Kan grimmest. No the world was not normal. It had been once. Before the Neutrals came. They had changed every thing they were a higher race that made mankind look like ants. The Neutrals had let scientists do human experimenters. They had allowed the mutants and other creatures run around. Then they had set the police on them. Killing them till the bent to the Neutrals will. Kan was one of them. He was one of the few creatures that had been born a animal shape shifter. Not created in some lab. Born. Of course his mother had died. But he had lived and now working for an assassin association. For the people who wanted people dead. But only the Royals, Neutrals and Quigains could do that.

“Kan!”

Kan turned at the sound of Gill’s voice.

“Hey man! Quit daydreaming! Gym soon!” Gil laughed at Kan and ran off. A growl leaped from Kan’s throat before he could stop it. Gill was an obnoxious twit who loved annoying people. Plus to make things worse. Gill was in the Thief Nonmigratory Guild. (T.N.G.) And knew all about the Shifters and mutants. He was a mutant him self. Gil could breath under water and do all sorts of things. Kan called him “Fishy.” And Gill called Kan “Wolf breath.” Thieves and the Assassins had been fighting for years.

Kan was in the boys change room in the High School before he knew it. As usual he went into the change “closet.” He hated boys looking at his scars on his back. Quickly changing into his black long sleeved shirt and black skinny jeans he slipped into the gymnasium. Coach Black-heart was waiting.

Coach was a tall man, brown hair and eyes. And build out of bricks. He was tough stuff. No one messed with coach Black-heart and his cousins Coach Meatloaf and Coach BullsArse. No one talked back not even girls. They were trained to be healthy, agile, and strong. A hole 5 months was spent just in the weight room. Then from February on was sports and dancing lessons. Lucky for Kan Soccer was the sport this month. Kan was good at soccer.

“Alright naggers!” Boomed Black-heart.

“Time for attendance! Anyone not here in 3 seconds is going to be absent AND WALKING WITH A MINUS 50 ON their REPORT CARD!!!”

“ONE!” Boomed Coach Meatloaf. Looking at his nails, as the teens scrabbled to their spots on the blue line on the edge of the court.

“TWO!” yelled Coach BullsArse.

“THREE!” Black-heart began yelling off names.

“Anderson?”

“Here!”

“Ail?”

“Here?”

“Bill?”

“Here.”

“Bakk?”

“Here!”

“Careson?”

“Here!”
“No Clamedous?”

“No sir he’s sick his mum told me to give you this Sir.” Careson Mullion Handed a folded note to the big man.

“Good. Dani?”

“Here!”

And down the line till the voice said.

“Hillhorse?”

Kan looked up, he was in his usual stance. Arms folded looking at the ground. All his weight on his left leg. Kan looked into the Brown eyes. Silent and defiant, but he spoke respectfully to the man.

“You wanted me?”

“Just making sure you were here.” Black-heart muttered. Ever since Kan had broken Black-heart’s arm 4 years ago; because Black-heart had hurt a grade 5 student just because she had talked back to him. Black-heart had a sudden respect for Kan. Black-heart also knew that deep down. Kan was a born killer and could get really mad if he wanted too. Then he was a killing machine.

Coach Meatloaf and Coach BullsArse were very careful around Kan too. After Attendance there was the 2 minuted jog,stretchering and lastly the 10 minute run around the small town. After water break soccer began and ended with Kan’s team the Black Rats winning 10-5. (The Coaches named the teams. Each time it was different.) Verses Gill’s team. Blue Butts. (Coach BullsArse always named Gill’s team.) Gill and Kan were never on the same team ever since they nearly killed each other when they were in grade 2.

Gym over. The school day was over, Kan walked wearily to the showers.

“Nice game Wolf breath. I could of won but those idiots were making me lag.” Gill Bragged. Kan stared at him. Fighting every urge not to punch Gill in the face. Thus making a dent in that annoying……….. stuiped……….. little…. face…….

“Back off Fishy.” Kan marched into the showers welcoming the silence.

Kan loved silence. Noise annoyed him. The bell rang a few minutes later letting the school know that it was home time. Sighing Kan finished up and got into his comforting black T-shirt and hooded sweater. The silky black pants made him feel complete. He walked out like a shadow up to his locker for his gear and hurried out into the rainy day.

(I Luv Kan…. Note Kan is pronounced. Kawn)

Kan walked down the streets of Tran. A small town next to a big city, was the summery. Kan ignored the people near him. And walked like a shadow towards the the end of town. Where a tall, brown apartment building stood afar from the other buildings. This was the Assassin’s House for, duh, Assassins. (The Thieves had one too. But it was 30km away and they had to take a bus.) Kan opened the big glass doors, and held up a card to a scanner in the wall. The card plainly stated: “The Silencer.” Kan’s Assassin nick name. A little “Bling. Came from the doors and they opened into a big red carpeted lobby. There was no front deask. The main floor was held the mess hall and gaming room. Plus the small Gym were you could keep in practice. On the Left side of the main floor, the rooms for married couples were.

Just in case; one of the rules at the A.ap.* (Assassin’s Apartment. Haw haw.) Was that Girls stayed with Girls And guys stayed with Guys. The girls lived on the 2nd to 4^th floors. Guys lived on the 5^th to 7^th floors. No one allowed on opposite sexes floors. BUT younger assassins of the 1^st to 7^th degrees some times had to be reminded of these things, by the 9^th and 50^th Degrees. For the main reason that the girls until they got to their 6^th degrees they did not know what to do to protect them selves against fellow assassins. Kan was a 40^th Degree Assassin, having killed over 400 people since he first killed; when he was 7.

So Kan walked into the elevator. Pressing the button to go up. The doors opened and he walked into the small brown room. And pressed the 7^th floor button. No music played, this is assassins we’re talking about. Kan slouched against the wall head down, arms folded the usual stance. At floor 4 the elevator stopped and a pretty brown haired girl probaly in the 3^rd degree enterd. She pressed the 1 button and sat on the floor. The elevator continued up. Stopping again on the 5^th floor for abunch of 6^th degrees. The elevator was now crowded. But they stayed away from Kan. But took an interest in the small girl Who was forced to stand.

“Hey your looking good!” One boy said leaning against the wall next to her. The girl blushed.

“Back off Taejon! She’s mine!” A slightly older looking boy pushed the other away.

“Aw Matt!” Taejon began. Kan looked at the boy maat by olny turning his eyes. “She’s mine.” was a code word for: “ I’m the one who gets to mess around with her not you.” The girl had stiffedend. One chance boy. Thought Kan. You know I’m here but you don’t know what I’m going to do. Kan smelt fear on the girl and confidence on Matt. He touched her chest. Too late. Kan struck out like lightning. Matt crashed inot the other boys who all crashed to the left side of the elevator. Causing a boom to sound. Kan was in front of the girl. Glaring at the boys.

“Touch her again.” Kan’s voice was quiet and had ice on every word.

“And your Dead got it?”

“Who do you think you are!?” Demanded Matt getting to his feet. You’ve played the wrong card Bastered. We 10^th degrees and up can’t kill lower class men. But we can scar. Kan was suddenly behind Matt knife at his throat.

“I’m..” Hissed Kan.

“YOUR WORST NIGHT MARE. The Silencer!” The boys a few feet away gasped. The Silencer was a legend to them. Kan put his knife on Matt’s sweating cheek. “This is just a friendly reminder to you. Matt. That I’ve just spared you life. I wont do it again. I’m part of the Look out’s I am. And the look outs Look for guys like you and teach them a lesson. SO here is yours.”

The knife raked down slicing Matt’s cheek open as if it was warm butter. Kan took the blade away and the doors opened to the 7^th floor.

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Sorry about not being here sooner…. School is hard ya know!

I’ve been working on my latest Book: Princess Havalla. Got 1900 words in 3 days…..

Whoot! Hey check out this web! I personally love it!  rinmarugames.com.

It’s going to be great! it is the second week of  July and it feels like forever! On the last week of July I’m going to Camp at dutch Harbor. Not as a camper but as a  dish-washer!! I hope I’ll have fun! I like dishes……

I hope you all have a fun Summer!!

Robbie Creweso

And now I find that I can put better names to Titles and books. It really does make a difference. You can change names an change who you are. That dose not mean that that’s a good thing. Most of the time it’s not. But some times like changing my writers name. It can be A good thing.

Filmed at New Life Pentecostal Assembly in Castlegar, BC on Easter Sunday, 2011.

Eye Of The Tiger

By Celia Friesen

“Amy”

I looked up into the face of White Wolf.

“WE must go! Before the White people return!”

“You mean you must go.” I told him.

White Wolf gave me a strange look.

“No, Amy. I left you once. I’m NEVER leaving you again.”

Book One

A Journey Begins

Chapter 1

“No”

The word hung in the air.
Just like the sound of an hand striking the flesh of the speaker.

My mother breathed in sharply.
I was glad that I had turned my head. Looking at my mother just laying there. Dieing. I looked back at the Native man who had struck me. I saw White Wolf rise to his feet behind the striker; but he made no comment.
“No,” I repeated.
“I will not look for a lost arrow. My mother is dieing and she needs me more than you.” I glared at the man.
He looked furious. I turned my back on him. Mother was breathing heavily now. She had just given birth to my new baby sister. But the blood loss had been too great. My sister Alice only 4 years old, was holding the new born. I stroked my mothers head.
“What shall we call the baby?” I asked her.
Mother gulped air then spoke.
“Name her after grandmother….. Becky. Becky Jane.” Mother toke a last deep breath.
“Hunter…………”

Mother’s head rested on my hand. Her eye’s were open in death. I touched her eye’s letting the lids fall down. Alex started to cry, he rested his head on mothers belly as he cried. I did not cry, ma would have hit me if I did.
The natives were eager to leave, I knew this but were weren’t moving till ma was buried.
“Alex, stop crying. The Shawnee are not to happy right now.”
I paused.
“And ma would have your hide, if she knew that you had cried, over her.”
Alex looked up.
“But…..”
“Alex! If ma wanted to be cried over she would have asked us too!”

Thankfully Alex stood up and wiped his tears away. The Shawnee stared at us.
“Alex get branches and rocks we will cover ma up.”
“Yes Amy.”

We gathered up any piece of foliage that we could. Even using the make shift shelter the Shawnee had made for us. Out of a wood-frame with chopped down branches. After that, Alex carved with a sharp rock that he had found. On a tree the words:

MARY JANET HUNTER

Then I wrote:
JULY 2, 1731

The Shawnee who struck me suddenly shouted.
“Wego!”
All 20 Shawnee came to life. One tried to grab me, but White wolf shook his head.
“No.”
And the brave left me alone. I picked Becky up and put her in my left arm. Alice was tired so I carried her in my other arm. Alex flowed close behind me. As we went along; into the woods of Ontario. It was all too soon that Alex had to rest. I was tired but I needed to stay strong. Shifting the weight of my sisters I looked at my 6 year old brother.
“Can I piggy back?” He asked me.
To the amazement of my captors I nodded and went on my knees. Little arms around my neck and little legs around my waist. I stood like a queen and walked on. Alice too put her arms around my neck. Alex did not mind. I sank into thoughts about four days ago. When the Shawnee made a jump start into my life.

I was kneading bread; mother was stirring a pot over the fire. Alice was working on her patchwork blanket. Our neighbors Mr. and Mrs. Wood were in the house next to ours. I could hear Mrs. Wood complaining to her husband. Father was out to town. Just then Alex came screaming in.
“INDAINS! INDAINS!!!” He had screamed. Ma had stopped stirring and shouted at Alex to get Alice and run out the back door. I ran to the gun shelf were Pa’s rifle hung. I took it down just as a gun shot split the air in half. Indian war cry’s rang out loud. I told ma to get to Alex. I was in the door way, looking at the savages run into the Woods house. I took aim and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. I swore under my breath and dropped the gun and ran out the back door. Ma was very pregnant so she wasn’t running as fast as I would have liked. Alex and Alice were not to far off. They were just a few feet away from the woods wen a big Shawnee native had stepped out of the woods and picked up my brother. Ma stopped in her tracks. A younger Shawnee stepped out too. He was about my age maybe a year older. He had my sister under one arm. Then I did the most bravest thing ever. I slowed to a walk. Strode passed my mother and up the the Shawnee with my sister.
“Leave my sister ALONE!” I told him. At the same time I grabbed my sister from him. Alice ran to Ma. Turning to the other native I fumed at him.
“Put…………… My brother… DOWN!”
Alex was released and he ran behind me. The Shawnee snarled at me. (He would also later hit me because I didn’t fetch a arrow.)
And grabbed my hair, yanking it hard downwards; and put a knife too my neck.
“Go on, kill me then.” I had looked right into his black eye’s. My own showing no fear. Again he snarled and I swear he was going to do it when the other boy spoke up.
“No.”

The knife holder looked at him in amazement. The boy continued in Shawnee. Knife holder snarled again. But put his knife away. Still holding onto my hair; he dragged me to the front of my house. Then threw me onto the ground. My mother followed suit with Alex and Alice. Mr. and Mrs. Wood were laying dead in front of their house. Shawnee were looking through the loot that they had taken from their house. A few of them were trying to set fire the the house with out much success. About five of them there taking the stuff out of my house. I watched the looters. If there was some thing they did not like they would ask the rest if they liked it. If they rest did not like it They smashed it. At one point the boy who had spoken up to my death came up. In his hands was a painting my Auntie Debby had made. On it was a white wolf, looking at some thing to the right.

The boy looked at me; then pointed to the wolf. Looked at me with a question written on his face.
“It’s a white wolf-” I began to explain. But then he pointed to him-self then the wolf again.
“Oh!” Realization dawned

“Your name is White Wolf!”

He nodded. Then gently put down with the rest of the loot. But it was later smashed by one of the Shawnee. White Wolf had not said anything when he found out. But I could tell that he was not too happy about that. Then we were dragged off into the woods. Both houses a flame…….

“Amy.” Alice tugged on my ear.
“Mmm, What?” I blinked.
“You just stopped a half minute ago. An the Shawnee have been shouting at you for a while…..” She explained.
“Oh!” I looked at the furious Shawnee who picked on me.
“Sorry I was thinking of some thing else.” I managed a smile.
He growled and spun on his heel. I kept a steady pace with my three passengers. For about three hours, but I was aching all over. Plus the sun was too hot. I was tanning already. Finally we stopped at a little creek with some deeper parts. I let my passengers drop to the ground. We sat on a rock, looking at the water. Some of the Shawnee jumped in soaking them self’s in the cool water. One Shawnee Tossed a large piece of read at Alex. He caught it and handed it to me. Just as I was breaking it into four pieces. Becky started to cry. She was hungry too! I some how managed to quite her a little. But she still cried. I looked at White Wolf.
“She needs milk.” I told him.
“We two days from village.”
“She’ll die before then!”
White Wolf looked at my personal tormentor.
“Weasel-in-the-house. You go find.”
Weasel-in-the-house protested. But White Wolf was firm. So Weasel-in-the-house went off grumbling. Alex and Alice ate the food. I merely nibbled at it. Becky quietened down; Alex looked at the water longingly.

Again I looked at White Wolf.
“May my brother and sister drink some water?” I asked.
White Wolf nodded; as he sat on a rock, a little up the bank.
That way he could see every one. Alice was up on her feet in a flash.
“Thanks Amy!!” I watch my younger sibs run the river to drink. I was dieing to drink as well but I had to stay up here. And care for Becky. As I watched my sibs with a critical eye. I saw them start to slash one another with the water. Grabbing handfuls and sprinkling it on one another. I gave a low whistle that I often used at home. They looked at me, I shook my head. Alex gulping looked at White Wolf.
“Mister White Wolf. Can me and Alice swim in the water?”
White Wolf smiled at the: “Mister” Then nodded again. Gleefully they jumped into the water. I shook my head, Alice was in a dress too!
Becky started crying again. Just the I head a noise from the woods. Looking back; I saw the older Shawnee sitting in the shade. Weasel-in-the-house was just coming out of the woods he threw some thing at me. It hit my face were it had just started to bruise. But I caught it with my right hand. It was a large clay pot with bees wax sealing. But I managed to open it and inside was Milk. I never knew haw he got it, nor did I ever find out. I dipped the bread into the milk so that it soaked up. Then put it over my sisters mouth. Bread and milk came into it. I used up the hole piece. Becky fell asleep soon after wards. Alice soon had enough of the water and climbed up next to me.
“Can I hold her?”
“After you dry.”
Alice sighed and lay on her back. Alex was now playing with the other braves in the water. Alice all too soon dried out. For some reason I was reluctant to give Becky up.
“Amy. You’ll die of heat stroke if you stay here to long.” Alice pointed out.
I sighed and gave Becky to Alice. Then I stood up and looked at White Wolf.
“May I go into the water?”
He nodded; then I looked at the water. A slow smile came to my face an evil one.
“Uh oh! Every one move back!” Alex told the Shawnee in the water.
They were confused but moved back. I took a few steps back than ran onto a rock. Then flung my self into the water. It was cool and wet down there. I let a few bubbles escape my mouth. So I sank to the bottom. My trousers stuck to my legs like glue. How long I was under there I did not know. I looked up; and saw feet kicking, under the water. There were a lot more people up there than before. My lungs reminded me that a breath wouldn’t kill me. I pushed my self up to the surface.

Whoosh! And I was up, Shawnee jumped back in shock. I realized they thought that I had drowned.
“Amy! You did the under water trick again!” Accused Alice from the bank. I saw all 15 of the Shawnee elders, including Weasel-in-the-house; were on the edge of the banks. Even White Wolf was there. I shook me head.
“Sorry!” I shouted to them.
“But I was enjoying my self!”
Dripping water I climbed out. And sat next to Alice.

Sorry, I have writing sprees. Then I stop for months then start up again…

I MAY write some more ……

In three years..mabe earler!