” I roll my eyes knowing this spider he will find someone like my parents. A person too good for this world. I don’t want to meet a perfect person. I want to meet a person who was a slave and hate us. I want to know if we can become friends even though my people put them into slavery. No, I don’t want the spider to find anyone. Erica lands behind me. She plays with her scythe. She walks up to a tree and cuts one of it branches off. She takes the branch and throws it in the air. As it falls to the ground, she slices it up 100 times. The branch lands on the good without falling apart. I sigh not knowing what to do.  Erica does it to another branch. As she throws it into the sky she asks, “Little brother why don’t we go home for a while. It is boring out here.” I watch her cut the sticks again and again and reply, “Nah, not today, I rather just sit out here and think.” Erica stumbles for a moment and the branch this time fell apart once it hit the ground, causing the pieces to fly and hit the other branches. Causing the rest to fall apart. She glares at me and asks, “Was it Elder Jessie that told you?”