10 years later...
Jackie is eleven now. My baby is grown up. Maggie had her twins, Glenn and April. Jackie, April, and Glenn play all day and also with Judith who is 12 now. Maggie helps Jackie out when she has "girl things". I wish I could understand and help. Jackie loves wrestling, sports, and killing. Honestly, I wish I had three thriving kids. That has been a dream since I was a boy.
One day, I wanted my dream to come true so I went on a run, but went to a school, orphanage, and shops. While I was in a shop I heard something. Rustling. A young boy popped out and pointed a gun at me.
"Woah, heah... I'm not going to do anything I can to find some kids." I said.
The boy started crying. The boy motioned me to follow him. He led me to a young girl. She looked sick and in pain.
"Is she ok?" I asked.
"She has a disorder" he replied.
"Do you mind if I get you guys help?" I asked.
The boy nodded. I got the girl in my arms and carried her to the car. The kids sat in the back. The boy and girl cried the whole ride. When I got back everyone greeted them. I went to give the girl to Maggie to look at. I went to talk to the boy.
"Hello" he said.
"Hi, can you tell me who you are?" I asked.
"My name is Max"
"I'm Daryl, I'm going to care for you and your sister. What's her name?"
"My sister's name is Nyla"
"Nyla and Max, ok"
"Yeah"
"Well I have a daughter her name is Jackie"
"Ok"
"She is nice. Why dont we find Nyla"
Max and I went to find Nyla. Nyla was lying in bed. She was crying. Max had told me he was 12 and Nyla was his 14. Nyla had a blood disorder which made her sick. Max told me she loved makeup, fashion, clothes, and jewelry. Max liked archery, building, sports, and rock music. I had a new daughter and son.
