"No!" Daniel yelled. "Why are you here then?" Timothy responded. "We want to go home! Duh!" Daniel said. "You should come too!" I added. "No! Being a king is better!" Timothy yelled. "You need to go to school!" Mrs. Tip shot back. "No! It is boring! Being a king is lots of fun!" Timothy yelled to her. "Well, it be fun if you had more close friends!" Daniel yelled. "I have better friends here!" Timothy told us. Silence.

"You should come back, Timothy! Your parents are worried!" Mr. Seato told Timothy. "They don't care for me!" Timothy responded. "Timothy, they do care," I said. "Sure," Timothy said sarcastically. "Stop saying that because they do care!" Mrs. Tip yelled. "I am not going back!" Timothy yelled, "I won't send you back either!" "You will!" Mr. Seato yelled. "Never!" Timothy yelled. He walked to his dresser.

He got a sword. He charged for Mrs. Tip. He cut her down the neck. It did not kill her. She fell to the ground in pain. He held the sword up to kill her. "No!" I shrieked. He started to let it down. Jonah grabbed Timothy's hands. "She is my mom. I will not let you kill her!" Jonah yelled. Thunder, Beth, and Daniel yelled at Timothy for trying. Timothy backed up and put the sword on his bed. He walked to me.