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Okay here is part 2 for anyone who is reading. I know it is shorter than part 1, and probably not as good, I agree, but part three will probably longer then both of them combined, or at least I believe it will, and will be so much better, maybe not as good as part 4 though. Agian i hope some one will enjoy it, and no copying or anything like that, because if I find out anyone is, off this goes. Anyway this is my Forth of July present to anyone who cares, and Please enjoy and comment, and tell me how you think really I wanna know if you think characters should be more like this or that or anything that catches you eye......okay I am rambling agian. So anyway enjoy. THanks for reading.

The Zarame Story
Part 2 Chapter 1

The room was in chaos when I got there. Glass was everywhere, our new lamp was broken, and the side table, that used to be actually having four legs, now only having three was toppled over. Of course right in the middle of it all was my mother covered in cuts in scraps.

“Mom do you need any help?” I asked.

“No I’m fine,” she winced as she tried to get up. Anyone could tell she was lying though, and what she was meaning was “GET THE FIRST ADD KIT”, or “Get your Father”, or a basic “…..help me…..”, would fill in the blank, just as well.

I quickly grabbed the mop and picked up the spilled water bucket. “Father bring the first add kit, a few towels and a new water bucket.”I called and started mopping, “Oh, and a dust pan and broom would be nice as well.”

“Oh, that is okay dear. I’ll do it.” my mother uneasily got to her feet, and started stumbling through the glass.

“Honey stop that, you’ll hurt yourself! Oh also everything you ask for Zarame is in the kitchen.” My father said with a grin. He marched in, first add kit in arm and wearing boots. He walked through the glass with a crunch and scooped my mother off the floor and into his arms. “Seriously you already hurt yourself, no need to hurt yourself even more” He said with a wink. He carried her all the way to the doorway to their bedroom until my mother slapped him.

“I can walk myself thank you very much!”My mother said flustered and hobbled into the bedroom without another word. My father rubbed his cheek were she had slapped him and with a sigh, fallowed solemnly behind, shutting the door behind him.