(WOAH WAT. :U Yes i'm bored. So all the smart peeps in TGOL get a story. TAKE THAT BROTHER.)

Conner's POV:

I've never liked stories, much less one's like this.

People look down at me, but what they see is so little. I

may be eleven, but I know zaidi then you'll ever

understand. But before I tell wewe my tell, listen close, and

take my advice kwa heart. Don't trust him. Don't trust

Drake....

It all started one hot day, my father had come

back from the bank. But I felt something wrong. Very

wrong. My father was always a calm guy, but today,

he had the most worried face I've ever seen.

"Hey, dad....what's wrong?" I got up and left my

homework on the kitanda inayofuata to my sweet little sister

Connie, who kwa now, was almost as worried as I was.

"They robbed the bank..." He alisema as he stared at

the floor. "I saw who did it but...if I say anything, they'll

kil-" He stopped and looked at Connie and me. And I

knew why.

Connie has a very serious illness. She can't do

much without her meds, if she tried to even pick up

something heavy, she could become unconscious.

He didn't want to worry me and Connie.

He left to the jikoni where my mother was. Connie

looked at me, she may only be 6, but she wasn't

stupid. We where always different from other kids.

I listened to them talk in the kitchen. And that's when

I heard my mother begin to cry. I never liked it when

she cried.

I was a big brother now. I could just let this happen. I

had to get my sister her medicines, and no can stop

me.

So right then I dashed out the door, my homework

dropped to the floor.

As I ran faster and faster, I came up with a song in

my head. It's what I did when things like this

happened. He got me motivated, pumped, he made

my veins working harder. I'm one of the fastest

runners you'll see, I already Lost sight of nyumbani a long

time ago.

The tune in my head got stronger and stronger with

each step I took.

There was no stopping me now. Not now.

I ran to the field where I worked during the summer.

Asked the owner if he'd let me work for pay again.

And of course, he alisema yes.

When the mwezi was done, everything was normal.

I had worked so much, I had to stay up late to do

homework. My parents told me I didn't have to do all

this, but I knew I had to. The thought of my sister

without her medicines scared me. I just wouldn't be

able to watch her suffer.

Mouths past and everything was normal....Until, that

fateful siku came. The siku that changed my life.






(DAH! I SWEAR IT'LL BE LONGER inayofuata TIME!)