Jazmine sat on her porch swing, singing to herself. She was enjoying a peaceful day alone.

"Ahh, what a perfect day." The 10 year old closed her eyes, and leaned against the seat.

I was never one for good luck charms until now. I never really needed luck, but when my life was on the line, man, I would do anything.

My feet were frost bitten, and as blue as a woman singing a sad song. I had a bitter feeling in my gut, and the taste crept up to my stomach, giving me the shakes.

We were plunging through the tundra: it was me, and my crew. We were on a mission to find the Onara Gem. Now this wasn't just some one trick pony kind of gem, oh you better bet your sweet life on that! The Onara Gem possessed a great power. With that gem, you could control the world!

But naturally, there was going to be competition.

I remember just 30 days ago me, and my comrades were on a ship to the Onara's destination. The ocean was rocking us, and the rain fell what seemed like tons.

"Jazmine, buckle up! This is going to be quite the ride!" I heard Derrick shout.

"I don't have anything to hold on to!" I called, over the waters.

"Well, hold your lunch in, will ya?" He called. And we sped off.

"Derrick! What do you think you're doing?" I shouted.

"Right now, I'm not thinking!" He shouted.

Boy he was a card.

"Smart move!" I shouted sarcastically.

We were traveling at what felt like lightning speed. It was hard to believe that the rest of the crew could be sleeping. I grabbed Old Abigail's mast, and held on for my life.

"We'll be reaching the coast pretty soon!" He shouted.

"Uhh...uh..." I threw my head forward and vomited over the side.

"Told you to keep your lunch in." Derrick smiled.

"If I did that I would have exploded!" I called.

"Ha ha! WOOOOO!" Derick laughed. He whooped enthusiastically. The guy was filled with more life, than a diner pie is filled with grease.

I was still woozy, but through the rain, and hail, and crashing waters, I could see our desrination. If Derrick kept going this way, we be heading right for the rocks!

"Derrick! Slow down!" I yelled.

"We're almost there!" He hollered

"Almost to heaven if we keep going this speed!" I shouted. We were going so fast, I was petrified in my stance. My curls were windblown, and tears from speed were running from my emerald eyes.

"Cut it out!" I shouted.

"almost there!"

"Derrick!" I screamed. The rocks were jagged, and Abigail's would get torn to pieces!

"Ahhhh!" He shouted excitedly.

"AHHHH!" I shouted for my life.

The boat rocked against the waves, and somehow it flipped over and onto the rocks.

This is it, the end. All thanks to some drugged out speed freak.

As I grabbed my hair, and clenched my eyes shut, waiting for death, I surprisingly heard but heart still beating. I opened my eyes.

"Good morning, Sunshine." Derrick stood above me.

I stood up and looked around. We were perched right on the rocks. Abigail's was just as flawless as the day she was built.

Derrick might be a pshyco, but he sure as shoot got us here without injury.

"We're alive." I said. I turned to the Mulatto mudhead. "We're alive!" I grabbed him in a hug.

"You wicked son of a gun." I said, still hugging him. He laughed. "Sorry." He said.

"Hold up right there, love birds." It was the unmistakable accent of Gremling Freedom. I looked over.

Gremling and twenty of his men had guns pointed straight at us. We both put our hands on the air.

"Now listen here, Bonnie, and Clyde, here's what will happen. One, you give us the boat. Two, you get out of the boat. And three, we never see your sorry wenches again. Clear?" He cocked his ehbrow up, still eyeing us.

"Oh...it's crystal." Derrick pulled out his dagger, and threw it right into the center of Gremling's skull, he went flying, and they started shooting.

We ducked, Abigail's was getting pierced.

"Ready?" Derrick asked me.

"Ready." I replied.

We sprang up, shooting our WGs, they were torn apart my the wind and rain. The fails and storms we threw at them spun them into peril.

Then Kama jumped from her slumber. She sprang into the crowd with her sword ready. She shredded throw them, and their cabbage heads became ketchup splashes...

"Take that!. And that!" Jazmine said, sleeping.

"Jazmine?" Sarah said.

"Hmm? Oh, hi mom." Jazmine said.

"You were imagining something, huh?" Sarah asked.

"Yeah." Jasmine replied.

"Good for you, honey. It's good mind exercise. Now come in, your father and I have something to announce.

"Oh?" Jazmine said. She followed her mother into the house. They're probably having a baby Jazmine thought. Hearing Huey's voice in her head. That just seemed like something he would say, Huey.

Jazmine was preoccupied with her thoughts of her friend. She sat down.

"Well honey, we want to tell you that...". Tom started. "Aunt Miyanne will be staying with us!" He said.

Jazmine's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.

"NOOOOO!" She said, feeling doomed. Tom looked at his 10 year old daughter..

"Oh, Jazmine..."

"I don't like aunt Miyanne! She's so mean to me! She always hates whatever I do! I don't want her to stay!"

"Jazmine, honey, it's already been booked."

"Why would you do this to me?" Jazmine asked, crying.

"I didn't know you felt this way." Sarah said.

"Are you kidding me? That woman is a menace!" Jazmine sobbed.

"Please sweetheart. We haven't seen her in a year."

"And I've been very happy!"

"But, just try to make the best of it, okay? If it's really bothering you, just stay out of her way, okay!" Tom sympathized.

Jazmine sniffed. "Okay, I guess so.". Jazmine's eyes lit up with a new idea.

"Excuse me." Jazmine ran upstairs to her room. Tom looked at Sarah, she shrugged.

Jazmine got on her knees. "Dear Lord...wait too many people might be praying to you right now. You might not even hear it.". Jazmine went to her desk, and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Dear God." Jazmine said slowly, writing. "How are you? I'm good. I would really appreciate your help.. Please make Aunt Miyanne not come to my house."

Jazmine looked at the paper. She thought it was missing something.

"And please make all the spiders in the basement go away. Thank you in advance, Amen.

Sincerely Jazmine DuBois."

She was satisfied with her letter. "Wait...what's God's address?"

She got a knock on the door. Jazmine opened it. Tom was standing there.

"Can I come in?"

"Okay."

"Honey, I know you feel anxious about aunt Miyanne staying here, but I assure you she will be a good guest. It might seem strange that a new person will be here, but it won't be forever, okay?"

Jazmine looked at her dad. "Daddy, what's God address?"

"Pardon?"

"Oh right! Heaven! Duh!" Jazmine wrote 'Heaven' on the letter.

Tom thought of something. "Ahh-ha!" He said. "Jazmine, since you are imaginative, just see this situation as a new challenge your character has to face."

"Challenge? Like a game?"

"Yeah! That way you'll have fun during the stay!"

"Okay, I could do that! Thanks daddy!" She hugged him. "Commencing Operation Aunt Miyanne."

Tom's father smiled. "Okay. Ready for dinner?"

"You bet! And I'll beat you down there stairs!"

"Oh yeah?" And they raved down the stairs, laughing. After that, it was still a good afternoon.

At dusk, Jazmine walked outside, and opened her mailbox.

"Those spiders should probably still go away." And she tucked the letter in the mailbox.