<span style="font-style: italic">Thunder rolled above them, rain trickling along their umbrellas, the cold wind at their back’s as they huddle together. There blue and grey eye’s watching in doubt and sorrow, the pine box lowered into the wet earth. Bringing promises of never returning to world or the warmth. The stinging slap of the cold world that now awaited them assaulted them. The light mumbling of the priest as he spoke the word of god over the man that she would have to live without, just like their children they would have to live fatherless now.This was their world now.</span><br/><br/>The unbearable weight of it all Maria could feel it crushing down on her mind threatening to snuff her out life like the strand of flicker that she was. The memories of laying her beloved husband to rest, to admit that she would never see those eyes again. Never to watch him hold one of their children. No, never again she was alone in this. Suddenly a single parent with five children to feed and house and clothe. Maria stared at the paper work that laid before her. Not just any paper’s, but paper’s that could lift them from this hole that threatened to come down on her family. The wine sloshed in the glass as her hand shook from her rattled nerves. Maria’s blue eyes scanning over the paper, it promised something that Calvin and herself had yet to accomplish for themselves not to this extent.<br/><br/>A home,but not just any home a mansion! The man in black his suit well worn from time, his face clearly showing his age, but his eye’s something in them rubbed Maria the wrong way. But as she sat there a pile of bills to her left and the new land and home that they could have. A new start to begin a new life. Maria sighed heavily, what was she supposed to  do. Maria pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to release the anguish and stress that weighed on her. Her right handpicking up the paper’s , her mouth in a tight line. She couldn’t let this moment pass her up for her family. Quickly laying the paper down and  grabbing a pen she scribbled down her initials.<span style="font-style: italic">M.M.Locke</span>these initials would bring her family a new life.<br/><br/>A week later…<br/><br/>It was the end of a very hectic and long week, some how Maria had packed up their home and all five of her children and moved them onto the  Locke Estate. Maria sat at the table her muscles still aching from all the furniture and boxes that they had carried into the large home. Her mood was heavy and irritated, this place was supposed to be a new beginning but when they had driven up she say what was ahead of them now, lots of work. The garden was run over with weeds, the roof need to be fixed of leaks, the evidence at the constant drip of water into the pot in front of her. Another sigh escaped her, it seemed that’s all she could do now. Laying her head back she tried to think happily, her children now had something they had never had a room of their own. Space to run and play, it would take time for all to adjust but Maria was determined to see this through.<br/><br/>“Caleb?” Maria called to her youngest son, no answer.<br/><br/>“What could he be doing “ she said aloud as she shifted the warm coffee mug in her hand as she stood from the table and began to make her family a warm breakfast. The rain trickling down the window and the low rumble of thunder.<br/><br/>Elsewhere in the house,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Ha! she’ll never think to look in here”</span>Caleb thought to himself as he began to jimmy a pin into the locke of a diary of one of sister Cailiegh’s diary. He sat hidden under a table covered by white cloth in the Sitting Room. The room was dark minus the light that peered through the large window allowing Caleb to mainly see what he was doing. As he small hands worked on jamming the Diary opening his head turned to the call of his name echoing some where in the house.<span style="font-style: italic">”Sound’s like mom. Ah I’ll be down in a minute then I will go check on her” he thought to himself as a light [i]click</span>echoed from the small lock. “Yes!” he said out loud before going wide eyed knowing he may have given himself away.<br/><br/>(Location: Maria 1st Floor Kitchen 5, Caleb 1st Floor Sitting Room 6b)