At last, am getting to write he next chapter. Enjoy. " Wow", Whit said. "Yeah", Pick said astonished. "Where did you learn that move? ", Jo asked." It's a little thing Kylen taught me" Jacks said false crying. "But Kylen somehow died. When I got to practice, He was dead", Jacks said. "What in the mended wood", Whit said a voice of question in his voice." We need to check this out" Picket said who was one of Kylen's friends. "What will his brother Naylen think of this", Jo said. "Uhh, lets not pull that card out", Picket said." Anyways, lets check it out", Jo said. Off they went. Jacks's throat began to tingle. His heart began to beat faster. Then, they were there." What?!?" Whit said. This looks like an iron sword that pierced through Kylen's body. "I don't know many people who have many iron blades", Picket said glancing at his brother. He couldn't blush, he told himself, he couldn't. So instead he began to cry. For real, REAL TEARS! He didn't feel sorry for killing Kylen, not for knocking out Helmer, not even for killing his mom. He felt sorry for himself. What do you guys think? Any ideas? If so, please share. Also, how many times a week do you guys want me to write and chapter and what day/days. @Dikko_The_Squolf_ thank you for this amazing phrase. You had to pull that card. I noticed it in your first chapter in your fiction.