- after her and comes sitting by her mom- the most awful thing what she had to do is leave her stuff behind, her guitar, - Zed Roché

- and the stuff she grew up with. She calms her mom down when she needed to and soon was heading down again for dinner - Zed Roché

- She keeps ahold of her mothers hand and got herself the food that she needed, knowing that Zed Roché; the quite mysterious young -

- man who she still didn't know the name of, went to bed so she mainly focused on her mother and on her dinner* Zed Roché

*After dinner, Shainley headed back with her mom already in a bit more calming surroundings and soon was inside their - Zed Roché

- living quarters again, letting her mom head to bed first before following and crawl next to her even when she was twenty - Zed Roché

- years old; she still was all new to this and was a bit scared about getting lost again. She pretty knows sure Zed Roché won't -

- be there to guide her back again. She fell asleep in the rhythm of her moms breathe and soon woke up in the morning - Zed Roché

- again, letting her mom still snooze when she changes into the grey uniform again with the boots, letting her short - Zed Roché

- locks down again, watching her father awake with a small smile, but kept silent for her mothers sleep- she needed it - Zed Roché

- as much as possible, silently peeking up to her sister* Zed Roché

Zara, hi. Zara Mitchell.

Yeah, I'm good. How are you? Zara Mitchell.

Not much actually. Trying to go for a cute boy. You? Zara Mitchell.

That's the problem- I still have to figure out. Zara Mitchell.

He... Never told me. Actually. Zara Mitchell.

He was in a hurry, down to his own apartment. Zara Mitchell.

/ twitter is acting very odd..

It's District Thirteen, sis. I'm sure I'll see him around. Zara Mitchell.

Then I will need to see him before he leaves. Zara Mitchell.