It wasn't as much as Shawn did, but it was a real flyer and would have gotten some good distance if it hadn't hit her right in the nose. "Yeah, that's... it," my mom encouraged as I finished shooting. Everybody yelled "Sixty nine!" Some guy I didn't know gave me a high five and said "lucky sixty nine!" I walked back to the corner and stood next to my mom's friend Deb. She's a pretty woman who was in a car accident and now she's in a wheelchair. She said hi to me but kept on fluffing my Uncle Rick,. “What’s your name?” He asked as he began writing. “Kaitlyn, but everyone calls me Kait,” I replied after checking his finger for a wedding ring. “No ring, all clear,” I said to myself. “How old are you?” He asked. “Seventeen, but I’ll be eighteen in like three months.” “Kait, over the past several weeks, have you seen anything or anyone suspicious in the neighborhood. Did anything look out of the ordinary?” His tone was very authoritarian. “No sir, nothing of that sort,” I replied. He nodded. It didn’t have a lot of powerful spells on it as if it had been made by a wizard, who didn’t really know how to make them correctly. I waved my hand over the medallion, and it shone brightly and then dimmed.“Wally, come here, please,” I said.He came up to me warily. “Repeat after me, ‘I promise that I will learn to serve, and act in the best interests of the one people, to the best of my abilities’.”He repeated what I said. I stood and placed the medallion over his head. “You are a Druid. Roy: Would you be one in a car? Would you be one at a bar?Girl: Not in a car, not at a bar. Not in the pool, not at a school. I would not be one here or there. I would not be one anywhere. I would not like to be a boy. I would not like it, Call-Me-Roy.Roy: Would you be one at a dance? Would you be one wearing pants?Girl: Not at a dance, not wearing pants. Not in a car, not at a bar. Not in the pool, not at a school. I would not be one here or.