Here is the next chapter :) We broke up from school early so i had time to write some chapters :) I might even be able to finish chapter 4 and upload it later :D please review!

Saffron's POV

'Saff! Yo Saff! Can I get a drink?' Jengo, my best friend, yelled and bounded into the smoothie bar and jumped up onto the stall.

'Sure you can Jengo! I'll make it extra sweet seeing as it's your birthday!' I grin at him and start blending together a mixture of fruits.

'So…what's it like being 27?' I ask.

'The same as being 26?'

'God…you're practically middle age.' I tease him and hand him his drink.

'Taz wants to teach you a new dance. She's already shown me. She's pretty damn good.' Jengo says

'I've got a break in about 20 minutes.'

'Also Jos wants to know if you can play volleyball with him and his mates.' Jengo grinned.

'I don't know why he wants me to play. I'm so small; I can never reach the ball.' I roll my eyes.

'Jengo! Hoe is jy my seun! How are you my boy?!' Grandma Sandra called, walking into the smoothie bar with her walking stick. South Africa has two main languages: Afrikaans and English. Mainly we spoke in English since this was a tourist area although Grandma was very proud of her African heritage and often spoke both languages.

'Grandma! So nice to see you!' Jengo exclaimed and hugged her. Grandma had this effect on people which made everyone feel like a kid again; despite the fact the Jengo was about 6ft 4.

'Saff, would you get me a drink, sugar?' Grandma said, pointing her walking stick towards the melons.

'Of course Grandma.' I smile and pull out a chair next to Jengo for her to sit down.

'How's business Grandma.' Jengo asked.

'Good good. Saffron's my star girl.'

'Thank-you Grandma.' I smile

'So how are you going to celebrate your birthday, Jengo?' Grandma asked.

'Just hang around the beach. Play with the kids. I can't really afford much, you know.'

'I know, dear.' Grandma smiled sadly. A lot of people understand because you simply can't afford much in this area. We all tried our best to look after our kids but the truth is: it is just too expensive. I hated not being able to get my kids lots of presents on their birthday- I could probably stretch to maybe a football or some new hair clips but that was it.

'Mama! Will you come and dance?' Tazzy asked coming into the smoothie bar.

'Tazzia my darling! Give grandma a hug!' Grandma said, engulfing Tazzy in a tight cuddle.

'Hallo Grandma!' Tazzy grinned.

'My break's in 10 minutes Taz.' I tell her.

'Nonsense! Saffron, Jengo, you go and dance with Tazzia now! You go enjoy yourselves. I'll take care of the bar.' Grandma smiled and ushered us all out.

'Mama! You wanna play volleyball?' Jos called out telepathically to me.

'Give me 20 minutes. Taz asked first. Sorry.' I say, blowing him a kiss.

'Right, mama. First you have to go like this, and then bend your leg like this.' Tazzy directed me and I copied her. There were quite a lot of people hanging around the dance corner. Tazzy and her friends spent all their time here dancing or plaiting each other's hair. Guys who worked shifts spent their breaks here as well, showing off their dance moves and just having fun.

'Yo, Saff and Taz! Your go!' Jengo yelled from the centre of the crowd.

'Ugh Jengo! I'm awful.' I complain although I let him drag me to the centre of the crowd.

'Nonsense, hot stuff! Just shake that cute ass of yours and you'll be fine.' Jengo laughed as the crowd stepped back to let us dance.

Someone starts the music and Rihanna's voice fills the beach. Jengo started dancing to the music, playing up the crowd so they all clapped in time with the music.

I raise my eyebrows at his attempts and put my hands on my hips.

'Well then, hot stuff, show us what you got.' Jengo said breathlessly.

I let the music fill my body, right down to my bones. I sway my hips left to right and move my body in time with the music. The crowd cheer and laugh with enjoyment.

As the music finishes, Tazzy skips over to me and Jengo to decide the winner.

Tazzy pursed her lips together before saying 'It's a draw.'

'Come on Taz, I think we both know I won that hands down.' Jengo laughed.

'Excuse me? Are you defying the judge?' I ask Jengo.

'Whatever, I'll just have to beat you at volleyball instead.' Jengo rolled his eyes and mussed up the top of my hair.

Tazzy finally allowed me to leave so Jengo and I could play volleyball with Josiah and his friends. Jos was incredibly sporty and often came back all sweaty and sandy. Despite being a child, Jos was the man of the family. He always looked after Taz and me, making sure we were all safe and no one was giving us any bother. It makes me feel guilty because he never really had a proper childhood. I was just a child myself when I gave birth to him so he had to grow up fast. The first four years of Jos growing up was the worst. I was in a real bad place and I knew I had to get out of it; especially when I got pregnant with Taz.

Jos wanted to be on the opposite team to me since he claimed that I was easy to beat. Jengo reluctantly agreed to be on my team to make up for my height, or lack of height. I'm only just 5ft but my mass of curly hair makes me look a little taller. I spent most of the game just standing around since I couldn't even reach the balls flying over my head. Everyone joked around, mainly at my expense but I didn't mind. As long as my kids were happy, I was happy.

Sure I would be nice to have someone to make me happy, like my soulfinder for instance, but that's just a dream…a fantasy…a bedtime story to make my children sleep easy at night. I'm 24 years old with two children. Even if I did find my soulfinder, I'm not sure whether my soulfinder would want to father my kids. He might even have kids and a family of his own. So I guess my soulfinder will just have to stay a dream.