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Here I was in the town's park sat on a bench, gazes fixed on the figures of Derrick, Dylan and David.

You have absolutely no idea how hard it is to keep watch over three eleven year olds who think they're mature enough and don't need to be taken care of.

"Don't go over there David" I called to his figure, watching as he moved towards the far end of the park, where a large bush formed.

He was on his hoverboard, with lots of joy radiating from him.

Even though Mrs Williams had begged him not to take the board out, he had insisted.

"I can take care of myself, Nia" He responded with a large smile on his face.

"See, I'm hovering" He exclaimed, while twirling around on the board.

I gave a low sigh at his words, turning to look at Dylan and Derrick.

The figure of Derrick was afar conversing with a girl who seemed to be around his age, and Dylan was at another side of the park playing soccer with a group of boys.

Quite good at it, just like Cameron.

I really do need to stop thinking