He had asked me that one simple question. And what about relationships, anyone tickle your fancy in your life of education? Yet, this question was not...as simple as it seemed. What he had asked was, on the surface at least, a harmless question about the potential suitors in my life. But what he had asked was really just a way for him to dig into what was left of my soul, to uncover whatever it was that made me so hostile, so&hellip, broken. Dr. Vansatch had an entire file filled with. " "Hey Char." Bobby said, walking into the little home that Kirstie called home for only a short few months. "How are you today?" "Not bad. How about yourself, Bobby?" Char replied, quite occupied with getting dinner done. Before Bobby could answer, how ever, Kirstie's little brother walked in the door. "Mom, we need to go to the school, please. I accidentally left my bag there." Kirstie's mother looked a lot like Kirstie... Or visa versa. Her eyes didn't change color, but they were. Jason approached Kyle. "You really did it this time, buddy. Oh man! I can't imagine what is going to happen on Monday." He was laughing and shaking his head. "Who were those girls anyway?"Marcie finally had an opportunity to say something. "Amanda Johnson and Becky Pederson, I don't know the other two." Well, what's their problem?" Jason wasn't going to let go.Marcie looked at Emma and then replied, "Amanda and Becky both tried out to be cheerleaders last year but didn't make the team. They. It all started in many small ways that some people chose not to recall. On the other hand, I don’t even remember it, but throughout the years the bards have heard the many stories many times, as they had the talent to retell them in the form of song. Let’s see if I can express it all in my story so that future generations will have some type of record of what has happened, since most of the documentation has been lost during the wars. Much of it started in a time before my lifetime, so I will.