Run. It was the only thing going threw Leven,Evie, Matthew and Cameron's mind right now as the mbwa and people chased them into the forest.They went as fast as they could as the mbwa got closer and closer.

They weren't suppose to be running from the mbwa right now. Then again they weren't suppose to be convicted of a crime they didn't do but it had happened.

"Hurry they're gettin' away!" A loud and gruff voice alisema behind them. The barking got louder. A sharp pain was in Leven's side as she ran. She had taken track at school so she was use to it but it was terrible. She could barely breath as she ran.

Matthew turned his head to look back at the others for a mgawanyiko, baidisha sekunde and had came in contact with something hard. The thing fell back and Matthew staggered. They all stopped then as the body picked herself up. They looked I to the eyes of a criminal. The most wanted person alive in america. Brig.

I can see it now
Just how it will be
And don’t even ask how
au what will be the key

I think of all that is lost
And can’t even bare the cost
To know they suffer
But no one will offer
A way out
au a new place
au even a new rout
But to stick your sorrows in a case

I leave her tonight
And don’t give thought to all in sight
Not wanting that pain
As in the ground she is lain

Before I let a single tear go
I turn away
As I sob an ‘Oh’
And say I’m okay
I can’t believe she’s gone
Leaving behind her sweat John
Without saying a single good-bye

In heartache we sigh
Not wanting to cry there
But her spirit surrounds us

We see her everywhere
Form every nyumbani to every bus
But we can’t kubeba to say good-bye
As to us everyone will lie

We fall to the ground in pain
As dirt goes in, where she was lain
And our souls say their last good-bye

I gave it all my strength,
All my power,
All my determination,
All my courage,
I gave it everything I got.

It meant everything to me,
Even though it might not mean anything
To you.
That's why I gave it my all.

It just seems to me
That life is all about going the hard path,
And not the easy path.
But it is obvious that the hard path
Is always the one requiring stamina, endurance,
And all of your power.

The easy path is simple,
Requiring little time,
But in the end,
Your rewards are very little,
Like the time wewe gave it.

The hard path seems zaidi rewarding to me,
With the rewards excellent,
Even though wewe have to give it
A lot of effort, and all your strength.

Being a writer requires
Going the hard path.
But I found out it is a very rewarding experience
Just a siku ago.
Cause I gave it my all.

I will remember wewe always.
Will wewe remember me?
That is a swali for wewe to answer,
And not me.

I promise
That I will always
Keep the flame of memory alive.
The fun that we had will never
Be forgotten.

Even on foggy evenings,
The darkest of nights,
wewe will always be in my heart.
For I know that wewe will help me
Keep the flame of memory blazing
Always.

All the good times that we had,
All the fun that we had,
All the tears that we let out,
All the anger we let out
Will never be wasted.
Because every dakika of it
Is in my heart.

I will tend to the fire
Every night,
Recollecting all the memories we have
Knowing that the flame of memory
Is the brightest flame of all
And it will blaze on.

It is sad how we must leave each other,
But it is something we must do in life,
So accept the fact that we do,
And leave now.

We go our separate ways in life,
Towards our careers that we prefer.
Although we must leave each other
We still have each other's memories
Tucked safely in our heart.

We leave
But we make new friends
The leaving might break our hearts
We understand that it is something
We must do.

It is something we do
To grow in life
To build character.
We go our separate ways in life
Though sad,
However helpful.

Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to kumeza me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that wewe will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. inayofuata time, I invite wewe to jiunge with us on our battle. And it will be even zaidi life-consuming, if wewe know what that means.