Yes, Sir?

I finally got round to finishing the third part. If the writing size is odd then someone's been messing with my computer.

Sin stared at the ceiling. They had all gone how could they just leave him here? He missed Ayane's motherly nature, they all did.

He had bee amazed how well she had been excepted; most of N.P was religiously racist. Even if Leen (in a "black mood") had called there group "The Freaks". She had called the strong, aggressive Kin "the School bully", the mild, kind Turck the wimp. He just hung around with them; Leen and Ayane's "difference" was obvious.

Kin and Turck. The gang there had been five, now there were none. They wanted Leen back. They all wanted her bubbly, chatty personality back. She hadn't been like that those last few years. Now she was gone for good.

He felt tears well up in eyes. He tried not to think about her.

Then even they'd left him, off to New Leck, Parm any were else they could find. He would have left too, but his parents were still there.

But he couldn't stay, New Parm, none of them could it had too many painful memories. The dark faces that surrounded him at school, in the streets. They were nobody to him.

Living in New Parm without his own place in live was pointless, he felt pointless. His place was with Leen, Ayane, Kin and Turck. There was nothing here for him any more, nothing but pain.

He scanned a humanoid book Ayane had given him, thinking it might help ease his suffering. All it did was stir up more feelings he didn't want.

He tried practising his Dightish, Leen and Ayane had always talked in it, together. Now both the girls were alone. He couldn't understand it.

The plan had been for those two to go over the wall to find some Rapp person. He remembered standing Ayane's door, listening, watching and he felt guilty.

What had changed? Why had the girls, wait, no all of them drifted so much in just one year? It was not something he could understand yet.

He was distracted from his reminiscing by a loud knock at the door. It would be Feena. He hated her; she looked and acted like Leen. He couldn't face her today. But what could he do?

" Sin! Your Mum let me in! I was just thinking 'bout what Leen said before she left. Hey! Why you still in

bed?! Come on get up I need to talk to you! Sin..."

He just stopped listening. He felt him self over come by an urge to be with someone who knew what it was to be different.