Goodbye(Elouise Livingstone) There I sit in my old wooden chair, just after my mother’s funeral. I don’t know if I can move on with my life. My father has been long gone when he unexpectedly disappeared, and who knows how my mother died. So did my Aunt May and Uncle Philip. One night I lay in bed motionless with many thoughts travelling through my mind. I wonder if my life will ever be on track again, because I have no parents to guide me to safety or to lead me to the right thing to do. All I have now is my trailer and a few pictures of my mother and father. My mothers name is Marigold and- and she used to tell me stories about the marigold flowers. She used to say that I was her little marigold, but it is like all of my memories have been blown away. And I feel like I am nothing now, like I am a weed or an ant. My fathers name is Michael. he wasn’t the most particularly best father a girl could ever wish for, but he was always there when I needed him. He took punishment a bit too far for me, but he thought that it was the best thing to do, he thought that it was the right thing to do because he wanted me to grow up and live a happy, safe and a wonderful life. but now he won't be here to see if I do grow up and have a safe and wonderful life because he is gone; and gone means gone. Every time I think about either one of them I feel a sob well up in my heart. I mean, I never got to say goodbye to either one of them.

There is this one boy who cares about me and comes to visit me every other day. His name is Peter. We always talk about music and instruments whenever he does come around. He makes me dinner and washes the dishes for me. He acts just like my brother. He always brings around a movie and a box of Thornton’s chocolates to snack on; I think that every time I take a bite, someone dies around the world. “You just don’t get it, I don’t get it,” I say to peter “Why did they have to die?” I say as my head sinks down into peter’s chest. “A loved person can never leave your heart, their legacy will always move on” peter says. “I am 24 years old and my life is already falling apart,” Peter tries soothing me with his soft voice. I love peter’s kind heart willing to help me. I love Peter in a kind of way, and right at that moment I moved closer to peter and he kissed me on the cheek. I knew then straight away that he’d be here to lead me every day, through sickness and through health.

Inside I felt so surprised that I was blushing with pinkie-purple cheeks. We watched the movie in peace knowing that my family was looking down at me. Finally the movie had ended, and it was time for peter to go home. Days passed, weeks ended, months began, peter coming, peter leaving bringing a movie and a box of thorntens and most importantly his kind and generous heart. The next time he came he made me a cup tea and just like usual I snuggled up to him and started to munch on the heavenly delicious thorntens chocolates. This time peter had brought a romance movie. The romance film was called remember me. I think it was an amazing film to watch. He left about one hour later. As I went to bed I felt a chill go up my spine. that night it was very, very cold. I tried to make myself into a ball, but it was no use. I wonder who or what killed my parents as well as my aunt and uncle. Should I find out with peter or just leave it all alone? I know I have to find out who killed them but is it a risk I am willing to take? I finally decided that I will set out on a journey to figure out who killed my family.

That night when peter came around we were watching a film when I finally had the guts to ask him if he wanted to come on this life challenging adventure with me. He said that he will think about it, talk to his family and let me know in 2 days. The next day I thought that I should bring along some other people on this journey as well, but I don't even know if peter is even coming yet. The next day came around very soon and peter as usual came around and brought a movie and chocolate. I was waiting for his answer but when he finally told me he said that his parents don't want him going on this trip mainly because, well, I was involved. his parents haven't even met me yet and what I have heard about them is horrible. But peter made an exception that he wanted to take matters into his own hands since he is becoming a grown man now, so he decided that he would sneak away from home at 3:00pm in 8 days. I was so relieved that he said yes, but in the same way I was scared. running away from home these days can cause a punishment such as a beating with a stick! Since peter was in, I had to find some more people to take along with us. I thought that I should bring along some of my old friends who live in the next village. I went house to house looking for my friends Wilbert, Wilson, Ariel, Stacy, and Lacy. I finally found Wilson in green coconut lane. I asked him if he had any idea where Wilbert and Ariel were. He said that he only knows where Ariel is. He says that she is two houses down. I knock on the door and see if she is home. Luckily she is and we go to try and find Stacy and lacy. Stacy and Lacy are twins so it is easy because both of them will be living in one house. Finally we find everyone except for Wilson. We go back to my old trailer to do some training for this trip, since we will be dealing with criminals and murderers.

Day 1: We start off by getting up at 6:00 and start practicing with guns, knives and bows and arrows. Peter is amazing with an bow and arrow. it is like he has come fit and ready. At 9:00 we move on to the station about clues. They say that if the clue has something to do with everything then it is a clue, if not-Not a clue. At 12:00 we had lunch and then relaxed the rest of the day.

Finally all of the training was over and we were ready to go. Finally I Will get revenge on who killed my family...

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