IMPORTANT NOTES TO EVERYBODY ON MY PROFILE

Dear Roxanne/ Roxy: You seem to be sending me reviews, about how incredibly boring my stories are, and that they´re unrealistic. This is my answer:

You know, if you think that my story´s too boring, you don´t have to read it. I`m not making you read it, and no one else is. Unrealistic? Well, it´s not real. It´s a story, and if you compare to some of our times biggest stories, Harry Potter, Twilight, Hunger games etc. This is pretty realistic.
But, some of the kids, like Johnny and Tee, we know something concrete about their life before TDG. We know their mum got a boyfriend, that´s not their dad, and that screwed everything up. So their mum seemed to stop caring about Johnny and Tee, for others, like Amber, we know a little but nothing really concrete. I remember her telling Nathan that she misses her mum really much. While for others, like Layla, we know absolutely nothing about. I´ve taken notes on everyone, what we know and don´t know. I use what I´ve got, and when I´ve got nothing, I come up with something. However, I need to fill up spaces, and come up with something.
My point is, I´ve done twenty six chapters, as I know I´ve got sixteen more to go. Maybe, probably there´s going to be a couple of more when the new series of TDG comes out. I´m doing my best to make the chapters interesting, good and not to make the chapters all the same. As far as I can see, I´ve kind of succeeded, at least on the last. However, I´m going to write the story the way I think it´s good, and no matter what I will do, I can´t please everybody. But if you don´t like it, you don´t have to read it. So stay away from me.

Harry Jones

Teacher Nancy Rosehill have been a teacher for a long time, so for her it´s nothing it´s nothing new to have a new class of first- graders the first day of the fall- term. She didn´t expect this class to be any different than the last, or the one before that, or the one before that, as she sat by the teacher´s desk and watched the students come in one and one. Everyone had a parent with them, except for one little boy. It didn´t bother Nancy too much, there was someone who came without a parent every once in a while. Someone with dead- beat- parents who thought that their jobs were more important than their children´s first day in school. Someone whose parents were out of town, or someone with parents who just weren´t interested.

"Hello children and adults." Nancy smiled while talking. "My name is Nancy Rosehill, and you can call me Miss Rosehill. I don´ t know your names yet, but I have a list with all of your names, and when I call yours, I want you to say yes, your name and something you like. Then your parent take a step out of the group in the back and say their name, and something they like. And starting off with Amelia Applewhite." A girl with brown hair in braids smiled big.

"My name´s Amelia Applewhite and I like Barbie's." A man with the same brown hair- color as his daughter took a step forward and said.

"My name is Dennis Applewhite and I like soccer." And so it kept on, but almost by the wall in the mid- row of benches, little Harry Jones was nervous. There was one thing he really liked, but he couldn´t remember what it was called, litaffes? No… that wasn't it… titaffes? Yes that was probably it. And his mum wasn´t here, he couldn´t get her to wake up in the morning. Would he have to say something she liked? What did she like?

"Harry Jones?" Nancy called out as number eight, Harry looked to his hands in his lap.

"My name´s Harry Jones and I like titaffes." Almost everyone in the classroom laughed, but Nancy just smiled, even though she looked a bit confused.

"I don´t think there´s anything called Titaffes, can you explain to us what it is you mean?"

"It´s an animal, and they´re spotty and got really long necks."

"Oh, you mean giraffes."

"Yes Miss Rosehill, giraffes is what they´re called."

"Isn´t your mum or dad here with you today?"

"No, but my mum´s name Maurissa Jones, and I think she likes sleeping." This was the first thing about Harry that actually really distressed Nancy. Sleeping? I think? Why would Harry say that his mum likes sleeping? In silence, Nancy Rosehill decided to keep an eye on Harry Jones, before she continued with her list.

"Anthony Kayler?" The boy next to Harry stood up- even though no one had stood up before him.

"My name´s Anthony Kayler" Anthony smiled all the time while talking, and talked fast. "And I like giraffes too." Anthony sat down again, as a woman took a step forward, and said that her name was Susan Kayler and that she liked spending time with her son.

The children were to be at school until after lunch, and just as all the other students at William Benton´s primary school had come in from their brake on the playground, Nancy let the new students got out.

Most of the students ran to the scaffold and started to climb and going down the slide, or to the big sand- boxes and started making sand- castles as the parents stood by the side and talked.

But Harry Jones didn´t play with the others, he stood under a big oak- leaning against the trunk- with hands in his pockets and looking towards the swings- where no one were at the moment. He watched Anthony Kayler run to his mum, and say something to her, then Anthony came running towards the part of the ground where Harry stood.

"Hey," he greeted. "You´re Harry Jones right? I´m Anthony Kayler but my friends call me Andy, you can call me Andy too if I can be your friend. Do you want to be my friend?"

"…I…" Harry began but he hadn´t finished before Andy had grabbed his hand and started pulling Harry towards the playground.

"Come on, we can go on the slide together."

"But there are so many people there." Harry said shyly.

"That´s okay, we can go at the swings instead, there´s no one there." Andy pulled Harry with him towards the swings, they sat down on each swing, Andy started swing immediately but Harry just sat there, his feet on the ground. Andy noticed and stopped his swing.

"Why aren't you swinging?"

"Don´t know how." Harry mumbled and looked to the ground.

"It´s easy you just do like this," Andy gave the swing some speed, and then leaned first back then forth. Harry tried too, and it wasn´t long before he did it.

And in the moment when he swinged high up in the air, felt the wind blow back the curls that earlier had been in his eyes, and slightly making the bruises on his neck feel better, Harry Jones felt free. Right in this moment the rest of the world barely existed. No one could hurt him.

But just a couple of minutes later, Harry was woken from his daydreams by Andy calling his name.

"Harry? Harry?" Andy stood on the ground net to the swings. "It´s time to go inside again." Harry stopped his swing and walked after Andy into the classroom.

A couple of months later, Nancy Rosehill was almost sure that Maurissa Jones wasn´t the good mum that her son claimed her to be. It seemed like every day that Harry had new bruises or cuts. One day he even came to school with his whole palm full of burns. Nancy would call social services- if there hadn´t been for one problem.

Every time someone asked Harry how he had gotten hurt, he always came with a new excuse- he had fallen in the stairs, walked into a door, laid his hand on the stove when he didn´t know it was warm. Always with the same last words. "It was an accident." And Nancy knew way too well what could happen if she would call the social services, and the police couldn´t find enough of concrete evidence that Maurissa treated her son badly.

More than twenty years ago, Nancy Rosehill had been a new- examined teacher, in her very first own class, there had been a boy, and his name was Davis Clayton. Nancy had for twenty seven years tried to suppress all memories of what happened to Davis that early fall, and even though she couldn´t forget about it- she had kept it in a place where there could be months- between every time she thought about him- but that was until little Harry Jones had walked into her classroom.

Davis hadn´t been much different to what Harry Jones was at this day- he always seemed to be hurt, was always dirty, wore the same dirty and ragged clothes every day, he seemed to be watching his peers play more than actually be a part of the games. And he had had troubles learning- not the kind of someone who has learning disorders, but with someone who can´t do their homework, with someone where something´s bothering them twenty four hours a day- so bad they couldn´t concentrate- something evil.

That time, Nancy Rosehill had taken it for about a month before calling the police about Davis. But when both Davis and his mother had claimed that Davis was fine- just a bit clumsy, and came with excuses- it was impossible for the social services to do something. Davis was sent back to live with his mother. Less than a week later Mrs. Clayton was nowhere to be found, and Davis was found- dead.

It is when Nancy dare to remember Davis´ full story for the first time in twenty years that she realizes that if she doesn´t get Harry to actually confess that his mother hurts him- she won´t dare to take the risk to call social services. But right before she goes to call the children in from lunch- brake, a rainy day in November, she makes a vow about doing what she can for Harry- and doing her best to make him trust her- so that maybe he can tell her the truth.

Later the same day Tyson Kayler was to pick up his son from school as Andy and Harry came walking through the gates.

"DAD." Andy screeched and ran up to his dad. Tyson lifted him up to his hip.

"Hey little man. Had a good day?"

"Yes. Dad can Harry come with me home today? Please?" Harry begged and showed his biggest smile.

"Sure we can, if it´s all right for Harry, and if it´s all right for Harry´s mum." Tyson lifted Andy back to the ground. "Is it all right for Harry?" Harry nodded shyly.

"well, what do you say? You can come with us now, we´ll drive home to your mum and ask her."

"I´d like to do that sir." Harry said.

"Please Harry, just call me Tyson." Tyson helped Harry into the car and let him show the way. After driving up in the parking lot, all three stepped out of the car, and walked up to apartment Harry and Maurissa Jones shared. Harry knew his mum would be in her bed, and to get to the only bedroom in the apartment, and to do that, they had to walk through the living room. Andy looked around, with a distressed look on his face.

"Harry!" he began. "Don´t you have any toys?" Harry shrugged and pointed to a gang of empty and half- full bottles.

"I can play with those. But I have to be careful, if not, I break them and cut myself on the glass." Harry pulled up his sleeve, and revealed a long, thin, white scar on his forearm. "I did that once." He pulled his sleeve down again. And reached up his hand towards the handle on the bedroom door.

"Wait here Andy," Tyson told his son while walking behind Harry into the room. Harry walked up to the bed with Tyson right after him.

Tyson was distressed, he had seen the shape of the rest of the apartment, seen the bottles, all the dirt as if nobody had cleaned anything for many months, he had seen Harry´s scar, but also more fresh bruises, cuts and scars. And he now saw the woman, she was obviously a drunk. Every inch of her face showed signs of drinking too much. Tyson stayed quiet as Harry lifted his hand and shook the woman´s shoulder.

"Mum?" Harry asked her. "Mum."

"What?" Maurissa sat straight up.

"Mum, this is Tyson, my friend´s Andy´s dad, they say I can come with them home for the afternoon. Please mum can I come with them?" Harry didn´t expect his mum to agree, but it was worth a try, and when his mum saw Tyson, she stood up and threw on a linen over her short shorts and bra.

"So, what´s your name handsome?" Maurissa laid her hand on Tyson´s chest, he backed away, obviously disgusted of her.

"Tyson Kayler," he said. "And if Harry can come with us, of course I´ll feed him dinner, and bring him home later."

"Don´t bother with that last." Maurissa gave out a faked laugh. "Sure."

"Can I go?" Harry asked.

"Sure." Maurissa sat down on the bed, and before she had the time to change her mind, Harry, Tyson and Andy were all back in the car.

"Boys," Tyson said after driving out on the road. "We´ll have to do some grocery shopping. It just a few things so it would probably go pretty fast." Tyson drove into the parking lot, and while he went grocery shopping, Andy pulled Harry with him towards the toy- shelves.

While Andy ran around the shelves and looked at different things, Harry stood at the exactly the same spot all the time, fingering on a stuffed giraffe, talking with a low voice. Just five minutes later, Andy could see his dad coming, and ran up to him before Harry had noticed.

"Dad, dad." Andy screeched.

"Nah little man, you´re not getting any toys today!"

"But I don´t want one!" Andy exclaimed. "But Harry… he´s been standing there since I took him here, and he´s been fingering all along at that stuffed giraffe. Please dad let him have it, you heard him, he hasn´t got anything to play with except bottles. Please let him have it.

"Okay little man, wait here by the wagon, and don´t go with anyone okay." Tyson left Andy where they would be able to see each other, as Tyson walked up to Harry and kneeled down to reach Harry´s level.

"Hey Harry." He began. "What have you found?"

"He says his name´s Jeff."

"Who does?"

"Him," Harry nodded towards a stuffed giraffe.

"Well, Harry. What would you say, if I told you that you can get to bring Jeff home with you?" Harry hesitated.

"My mum would take him from me, she says that stuffed animals are girls´ toys."

"Well, loads of boys have stuffed animals too. I had one when I was your age. Still got it to be honest. Hey, let´s ask Jeff what he thinks about going home with you. Would Jeff like that?" For the first time, Harry´s small hand took a grip around Jeff´s neck, as he lifted Jeff up and held the stuffed animal to his ear. Then Harry looked to Tyson again.

"Jeff says he´s a little nervous, but that he feels braver when I´m with him." Tyson reached his arm forward and took the giraffe from Harry, then he took Harry´s small hand in his own, and walked back towards Andy with the wagon.

Tyson had recognized what Harry had been doing. He had read about it before, Harry had used Jeff to express his own feelings. Tyson knew it happened with a traumatized person- mostly a child, as a way to move their own feelings to a not- living item, or an animal, it was a way that no one could hurt them as long they didn't hurt the item or the animal. But why would Harry be using it? Coming into the Jones´ apartment had made it clear that Maurissa Jones was an alcoholic, but not all alcoholics were bad parents were they? Harry´s father, whatever his name was, was probably just at work or something when they were there. But why wouldn't Harry have any toys? Thoughts like that were spinning in Tyson Kayler´s head as he lifted the groceries- and at last- Jeff up on the band and paid.

At the same time that Tyson stood and packed groceries in bags, and in silence decided to go to Harry´s teacher- ask her if she had noticed something that could be a sign of Harry being treated badly at home.

At the exact same time- Nancy Rosehill herself walked into the store, she didn´t meet the three boys, but she wasn´t there for groceries. But if she had met someone she knew at the store today, they would have wondered why Nancy bought clothes I sizes for a four to five year old, because Nancy´s only child Lucas was an adult, and her grandson Tristan was yet just a baby. So why did she buy a pair of jeans, two T- shirts, two hoodies and underwear in sizes for a five year old? Well, Nancy had as said decided to do what she could for Harry, first step? Giving him a bath and new clean clothes.

The first day Harry came to Nancy´s classroom, he had been dirty as few, and in the middle of September, he came to school looking like someone had made a failed attempt to clean the dirt. The conclusion was that he looked almost striped, Nancy had did her best with soap and a wet cloth, but now she bought everything that was needed to give Harry a full- body cleaning, and make him clean from top to toe. Apart from shampoo, balm and children´s lotion, she also bought hair- brush, tooth- brush, toothpaste, and a plastic- tub which was big enough to Harry to fit in.

"So boys," Tyson said when they were back in the car and driving out of the parking lot. "Susan´s not home tonight, so what do you say? Should we get food at McDonald´s?"

"Yes"

"What do you say Harry?"

"Jeff would like that," Harry sat with Jeff held tightly to his chest, leaning his head against Jeff´s neck, Tyson smiled, and drove into the drive- in at McDonald´s.

As the children had gotten their happy meals, Harry was eating so fast, he almost threw it into his mouth.

"Hey," Tyson chuckled. "Eat a bit slower, no one´s gonna take that from you." Harry hesitated for a second and then kept on eating just as fast as earlier, Tyson looked scowl, before keeping on driving. There had been each small stuffed animal in the happy- meals, Harry had a lion, and Andy a giraffe, but Andy noticed the longingly gazes Harry watched the giraffe in his palm in, so he held his arm out and reached Harry the giraffe.

"Here, you have them both, I have ´nough toys." Harry hesitated, as if he was unsure if Andy was joking or not, then he slowly reached his hand forward and grabbed the little giraffe. Tyson watched them for a second in the mirror, and smiled as he felt pride over his son welling up inside him.

"Come on Harry." Tyson said a couple of hours later, when his wife had returned from her night out, time to go on.

"Jeff doesn´t want to go," Harry mumbled.

"Sorry Jeff, I´m afraid you´ll have to." Harry stood up, and Tyson led the tired boy out of the house and to the car.

"Harry?" Tyson said in the car.

"Yes mister Tyson."

"Does your mum ever hurt you?"

"No she doesn´t Mister Tyson." Harry lied.

"You gotta remember Harry, that if an adult hurts you, you need to tell somebody okay?"

"Okay," Harry yawned, and Tyson decided that that would be it for today, as he started the car. When they had arrived Harry had fallen asleep in the car, and when Tyson lifted him up, the small lion and giraffe fell out of Harry´s hand, but Tyson didn´t notice, he was too thoughtful about the fact that even through the hoodie, he could feel all Harry´s ribs beneath his fingers, and his weight, was definitely too little, even for an as short person as Harry.

"What?" Maurissa opened the door when Tyson knocked.

"Hello Mrs. Jones, you may remember I was gonna bring Harry home today, so. Here he is. Ehrm, I went to the grocery store, and I bought that giraffe for him." Tyson couldn´t find the little lion and giraffe anywhere, so he decided to send it with Andy to school the next day. "He calls it Jeff, and I would be very grateful if you let him keep it."

"Sure," Maurissa said rudely, and closed the door with a loud bang, Tyson sighed, took one step backwards, and then turned towards the car. But maybe, if Tyson had known what would happen when he left, he would have taken Harry with him and once and for all call the social services.

"GET UP." Maurissa threw Harry to the floor. Harry moaned and sat up.

"Listen boy, I´ve had some thinking while you were gone, and I´ve come to a conclusion so…. Have fun." Maurissa walked out the door, she knew Harry wouldn´t go anywhere, and she had no plans of returning.

The next day Tyson drove Andy to school, as he told Andy to wait in the corridor, he walked himself into the classroom where Nancy Rosehill sat by her desk, they were early, it was almost an hour to the other students would start to drop in, but it was good, then Tyson would have some time to talk with Nancy.

"Miss Rosehill?" he asked, because Nancy didn´t notice him as he came through the door.

"Oh, Mr. Kayler," Nancy smiled. "Nice to see you. You´re here to talk about Anthony I guess. I can…"

"Actually no, I´m here to talk about Harry Jones." Tyson interrupted and sat down, it turned out both of them had seen a lot of signs that Harry was getting treated badly, and Nancy wrote down a list of the biggest signs.

-Always dirty, always wears same ragged and dirty clothes

-Always got new bruises, come with excuses

-Very shy, and seem to have trouble making friends and keeping up with the ones he has

-Expresses his feelings through an item.

"That´s the main signs I guess," Nancy said. "But I guess we should wait until Harry actually tells us the truth. I´m sorry if I´m being a coward, I had another stu…" Tyson held his hands up to silent her.

"I know, I had a friend once, Davis Clayton… he."

"I know!" Nancy said, but she couldn´t talk about Davis, so she changed the subject and told Tyson about how she would make Harry´s life a bit better, hopefully and bath and give him new clothes today.

But Harry didn´t turn up at school that day, not the next either, nor the next. When he hadn´t turned up at Thursday Nancy got worried, and she called home to the Jones. When no one answered she left a message, and when no one had answered on Friday afternoon, she took things in her own hands, and drove home to Harry.

And the picture of what was the first thing she saw when coming through the door- it will say with Nancy Rosehill for the rest of her life.

The electricity obviously wasn´t on, it was cold, dark, dirty and smelled very bad. But none of these facts mattered to Nancy as she saw a crouched figure laying on the hallway floor, with a stuffed giraffe, held tightly to his chest.

"Harry," two steps over the floor and Nancy shook Harry´s shoulder. "Harry," he was cold as ice. "Harry?"

"Mhm."

"Where is your mum?"

"Gone." Harry mumbled, and then he collapsed in Nancy´s arms.

"No, no, no, no, HARRY." Nancy lifted Harry up, and almost ran down the stairs and to the car. From there she drove as fast as she could to the hospital, Jeff had fallen out of Harry´s hand on the hallway floor, but Nancy didn´t notice she continued, until she rushed into the emergency room with Harry in her arms.

"HELP, PLEASE HELP ME." She shouted, the next thing she knew, Harry was taken from her and put on a stretcher.

Late evening the same day

"How is he?" Tyson came running. Nancy stood outside Harry´s room, looking through the windows, there inside was Harry awake, and a bald man somewhere in his middle- ages stood talking to him.

"He was dehydrated, hungry and cold, they´re keeping him here over night so they´ll be sure he won´t get a pneumonia, but he seems to be okay. He´s strong."

"Stronger than we could ever know." Tyson said, and walked through the door into Harry´s room, the man looked up.

"JEFF" Harry screeched, Tyson smiled and handed Harry his giraffe.

"Hey little man. How things working out?" Tyson asked.

"Jeff says he feels good now." Tyson leaned forward over the bed and shook the hand of the man.

"Hi, Mike Milligan, I own a care- home in Newcastle."

"Tyson Kayler, my son is good friends with Harry."

Harry went with Mike to Elm Tree House early the next evening, but when they came there, it wasn't long until it was time for Harry to go to bed, he was a bit scared, so Mike read a story to him, and then another one, and then another one. At last Mike would have to go take care of another of his children, but Harry was still scared, Mike walked through the halls, looking after one of the older kids. Maybe Murray. No he was with Sheila, Lexy was ill and in bed, so then there was Sapphire.

Mike didn´t know it, but thirteen year old Sapphire Fox knew big parts of what had happened to Harry. Even though himself and the other care-workers Gina and Damien had only told the children a small part of what had happened to Harry, Sapphire had been outside the office the earlier day. And she had meant to knock on the door to ask something, but when she heard the three care- workers talking about a new kid, she had started listening.

"Sapph…" Mike came up to Sapphire in the hallway. "Please, can you do me a favor and read Harry another story? Please." Mike put his hands together and begged. Sapphire looked at him.

"What´s in it for me?"

"A late- pass." Sapphire thought.

"If I do it, can I go to that concert?" Mike bit his lip.

"Okay. Sure, just please read him the story."

"Okay, okay." Sapphire walked up the stairs and towards Harry´s room. While Mike went to check on Lexy and Suzie.

Sapphire walked into Harry´s room, and took a book, she already knew it would be more fun to read it if she put feeling, and used different voices depending on who in the book was talking, so that´s what she did. When she had finished the book Harry was almost asleep.

"Jeff likes you," he mumbled sleepy. "He wants you to read stories every night." Sapphire smiled.

"Maybe I can do that Jeff. We´ll see." Sapphire tucked Harry in a bit, and then just stood there looking at the sleeping boy.

"Starting to get squeamish in these days?" she heard a voice behind her, she turned around to see Murray leaning against the door- frame, peering with his brown eyes.

"No… I just… I guess… I wanted to make up for him what his mum did." Sapphire stuttered.

"I know… I can feel it too." Murray walked into the room and laid his arm around Sapphire´s shoulders. "Come on Sapph." They walked out of the room, and Sapphire then made a vow for herself- that she would be the big sister for Harry- that he never had.

After this, there were loads of times where Sapphire Fox got tired of Harry Jones hanging around her all the time- but she did her best. And she loved him as much as if he had been her brother.

She also went to the concert Mike had promised her she could go to, but what happened there, that's another story.