Just 'Ro
This chapter includes some problems that my brother and I came up with over the years. Demutiny
is a tumor that forms at the base of the spine and a brain collapse is just when your brain clamps up.
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Ch.3Angel Waiting
As far as I can remember dawn was always a lovely thing at the school. Not today though, well lest not as far as anyone knew. If we weren't in our rooms we were downstairs in the infirmary watching Aunt 'Ro. Unable to do either any longer I choose to go to the one place no one would bug me. My place, well actually my aunt's place, but close enough for me. Few people bug you in the air. 'Cause few can get there. Then I over heard Uncle Hank and Uncle Charles talking. "As far as I can tell this isn't another collapse. Also there appears to be a tumor forming in her lower back. Draining on her powers." "I understand Henry." No. There was no way we could do this alone. My Aunt 'Ro was a fighter, Uncle Lo' and Daddy had always made sure of it. Round the school every one was trying to preoccupy themselves. Josh and Angel were doing their math homework, LeeAnne was doing her mom's gardening work, Alick, Matt and James were playing some b-ball, Alexandra, for once, was being good, Ally was on her mom's computer getting songs again, Lisa was finishing her pic of the horses in the stables. And me well I couldn't stay there so I went to the one place I was free. I went to the one place I could get away from it all. I went to the mall. The very place that this all started at. The one place I loved and now the one place I hated most. No, I decided. I'll go home and wait it all out. If every one else can, well then so could I. I mean hell her husband and kids were doing it right. Though there's no blood between us, of all my family Aunt 'Ro was the closest to me. And I knew time would go on, and she'd be ok. So it was no surprise, to me at lest, when she made a full recovery after her surgery. And although she was a bit weak at first she held her head high and made sure every one knew that Ororo L. Munroe was alive and kicking. My aunt had been called many things over the course of her river of live. A thief, a weather witch, a goddess, a sister , a friend. And yes, I can accept those things, but to me she'll always be an angel waiting for her wings.