I heard a lot of them. They've went it the streets two times. But none of them gave up on going back here. They got the nerves on going here…..
" I know when they stop. But I don't get why they keep going here?" I said to him. But he was like one of the people who doesn't care of what I say.
" well I think there just explorers of the town or something" he said to me. But I feel like he did not heard what I say. Until I knew he was deaf. But I still talked to him
''I wonder what kind of explorers they are?'' I said to myself. When I first saw them I feel like there scholars or something that are helpers of the town. But I found someone who hated them.
'' hey do you know who they are??'' I said to the person who hated them. but he seems to hate me too. I think he was one of those psychos who cares about no one. So I talked to someone else but they all said to me '' we don't know who they are but we know they we're the lost prisoners ''
so I said to them ''I do not think there prisoners there maybe scholars'' but they never believed me
'' there you are'' my grandfather said '' I was looking for you. I bought lunch and your dad is looking for you too'' he added then I said ''don't worry. Hey grandfather what are those people who are walking at the street??'' but he said '' those are scholars. In Nazareth. We don't care of the scholars. They do this everytime'' my grandfather said
I said to them they we're scholars but why did not they believe me? I don't care what they say I just walk and went home with grandfather
I got near my friend and asked him '' hey do you know how the scholars get to walk at the streets three times??''
He said to me ''no but I think there busy making a sign to god'' but I wonder what he meant of making the sign to god.
Then we went to eat dinner. I said to them '' what are we gonna eat?'' they said '' we only have fish'' so I said ''I'm better of with a bread'
I went outside and saw those scholars and throwed a knife to them and then I ran off Jerusalem. Then I left and rest away softly.