Accepting

Health, Hope and Harmony

We're now home. Blair and Alice eventually told us about the hotel and how we own the place now even though Kyle already knew. But what does that matter. I'm with all my friends. Ashely and Ed, Courtney and Cory, Max, Jezzabell, Kyle, Jack and Fred and Jason. I'm not fully healed but I don't need my arm cast or leg. Just my ribs. The older I am the longer it takes to heal so I'm glad I'm not too old. But I can really feel a difference from last month. I was having a hard time breathing and now I don't have a problem also the files they had created in Australia were sent down here so the doctors could help me out.

Mom was out with Sheryl and Lynn. Martin was at the motel where they were staying working so it left us kids alone. Before mom left, she left Ed in charge because he was older. She made a big mistake. Ed is really funny and sometimes he can't shut up. But it's Ed. Who doesn't love him?

"Um Ed. Do you know where the bathroom is? I really have to go."

"I do. Follow me Fred."

"Okay."

Fred followed Ed to the bathroom. Fred asked Ed if he could stay at the door so no one could try to get in while Fred was using the bathroom and so he stayed at the door until Fred was finished. Ed was really good with kids. He loves them and they love him.

"Alright, we're back. Wait we're missing someone..."

"Yeah. Where's Max?"

"Oh he went outside for a bit, he was getting to hot."

"Alright. I'll go check on him."

When Ed got near to where Max was, he had heard a beautiful sound coming from not far. It was almost like a wind chime meeting with the worlds life and as he got closer the louder and more beautiful it got. When he stopped hearing it he decided to go find out what it was. Ed got to the back yard before it started again and this time he knew where that beautiful sound was coming from. It was in my old treehouse that I built with my father before he died. Max was in there.

"Were you the one making that sound?"

"Yes. It was me and this guitar."

"Wait that sound came from a guitar? Play it again."

Max picked the guitar up again and played that exact sound.

"What do you call it? I'm fascinated. I've never heard such a beautiful sound in my life."

"Are you kidding me? It's sound like a dryer about to get eaten by a blender."

"Well I don't want to see mutated blenders eat dryers because that sound was gorgeous. What do you call it?"

"It's called my misconception."

"Any lyrics to it?"

"Not yet, I just have the melody."

"From start to finish?"

"Yes."

"It's a very beautiful song Max. I didn't know you had such talent."

"That's the problem, I don't have talent. I can only play melodies I can't write the lyrics."

"Jason's a poet. You can ask him to help. Also I have an idea."

"Which is?"

"Well Jason wrote a poem for Matt and Kyle when they were in Australia. Maybe you could ask them if you can use it."

"Sounds like a good idea."

"Lets go ask them."

"Wait now? It seems so sudden. Can't we wait until they hear it?"