“Why did you kill her!?” I cried. “Because she was hunting what you needed,” my friend replied in a casual tone. “You killed her over a diamond!” I exclaimed. “A diamond that holds your lives in its hands,” he corrected. “Still…” I was trying to put up an argument, but I was running out of reasons. *sigh* I sighed. “I guess you’re correct.” “Mmhmm,” he nodded. We continued rambling over the rough terrain. Then I spotted it, the hut, which held the diamond, which held my lives. I almost screamed in joy. Just then my mom opened the door. “Noah, dinner time.” “What! No I’m almost there,” I pleaded. “I made nuggies,” she was bribing me. “Yes! I’m coming,” I called to my mom who was already creeping down the stairs. “Sorry dude we’ll continue this later,” I apologized to Jake, “maybe you shouldn’t have killed her.” I smiled.