Hey all, Poor Skittery, He's so down right now... looks at Skittery as he crys in the corner

But don't worry, he's upset cuz hes not reall in the story yet, but that will change. :) Sorry for any mistakes in these chapters... xD

On with the story...

Mothers, rooms, and hallways

"Mother? I'm here." I curtsteyed as she turned to look at me. She gave me a cold glare now that there was no one to impress and turned back to her tea. I left the room and walked up the long and annoyingly fancy stairs. If anyone asked me, which no one has, I would say we had to much furniture and carpets and expense lighting. I mean, who in the world needs all this junk?

Of course, my room happened to be right next to the servants' quarters. I guess it's because my father always wanted three sons instead of two. Or maybe he just never wanted a daughter, but that's what he got. Good thing is, I wasn't so thrilled with our family either. I turned the knob to my door and slowly pushed it forward, only to find that my bedroom had been redone. It looked like someone had come in and puked pink everywhere. I felt like it could kill me in my sleep if I wasn't careful.

There were fluffy pink pillows and a pink satin blanket hiding my real bed. I looked around in disgust and that's when I saw my real bedroom. It was in a box marked dispose. Yes, anything that meant anything to me could fit in that old box. I ran to that little box and looked inside to find my old navy-plaid bedspread and some of my old clothes that I wasn't allowed to wear outside. Then at the very bottom of the box was my first and only toy that didn't invlove glass and porcelain. It was a beatern up stuffed animal in the shape of a monkey. I had named her Carrie and when I first got her she was a pink and blue. Now it was only a faded purple. Kinda sad, if you think about it.

That was when I first really thought about running away. I mean sure, I've thought about leaving home one day and not returning, but that was when I actually thought about it more than just what every kid thinks about once or twice. I didn't know where I could run to, nor did I care right then and there as long as I was away from my home and my so- called family. All of my stuff was already packed, so all I had to do was set the date and figure out how to leave without anyone seeing me. My brothers were barely ever home and my parents didn't care. I guess it would be easier than I thought.

"Well, I'll get some sleep and think about this tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day." I said and quoted to my hideously covered room. The quote was from a amazing book I had read yesterday at the library. The excuse I was planning on using was that I was going to look at the new dresses from Paris. No one had asked me anyway.

I awoke to the sounds of my brothers getting up and the maids doing some cleaning. The sun was shining brightly aand the birds were chirping loudly. It was kinda abnormal. Then they got even louder as if they were yelling at me to get up.

"I'm getting up! Don't worry about it!" I yelled as loudly as I could without waking anyone in the house, which was condisderly loud. A rock was thrown at my window. "Wait, what?" I looked to my window for an answer, but instead got another rock thrown at the window. Did that count as an answer?

I threw the window open and looked outside in shock. It was that boy! The one that I told to meet me at eight o'clock. I noticed the fobidden gold watch that I had stolen off of John. I had been practicing pickpoceting at the time and this was the prize.No one had even realized it was missing...yet. I opened the gold watch and looked at the time.

"Eight o'clock! But why is he here? Unless he thought I meant in the morning." That must be it, I tapped on the window until he finally looked up before putting my finger up to show I was on my way. I was half-way down the stairs when I noticed that I hadn't changed my clothes yet. 'Oh so observant today, aren't we?' I questioned myself as I ran up the stairs and back to the 'puke' room. That's what I was going to call it now, I decided as opened my door.

Then I threw open my closet and found my ugliest dress. It was something that would probably give my mother a heart attack if she saw it. It was a light blue satin dress with a stain on the sleeve and skirt from my short time in the kitchen. I rolled my sleeves up and ripped the hem off the dress so I would be able to run better. Once I was finished with my dress, I shoved my hair into a braid and tied it with a piece of ribbon from the remains of my skirt. All I had to do was find comfortable shoes in this nut house. Then I was good. My best bet was the basement...even if that meant I would have to get there undetected.

So my fool-proof plan was to hide behind something wthen somone was near, not the best, but I needed a plan quickly. In fact, I never needed to actually use the plan because running through the long and narrow servants' hall was easy. It was like the place was deserted!

"Maybe it is." I said to myself.

I found the boots in an old bag marked 'carrots' at the end of the hall. I guess that's why they smelt like carrots and had a rusty-orange color. But it didn't really matter because soon I would be free, at least for alittle while. I ran out the side door and jumped off the top step. They were made of white marble and sickingly expensive. (Everything was expensive actually. It was pretty boring...)

"Where ya been?" The boy must have heard my jump because he walked calmly from the backyard. He looked at his old pocket-watch that looked like it could have been an antique. "Yup! It's been an hour and a half." He nooded and waited for my reponse.

"Sorry, I thought youse meant eight at night." I explained to the boy, slipping back into my accent. I had a better chance to really look at him without drawing too much attention. He was hot in a different way, kinda scrawny looking. Then again, I had a feeling he didn't get much to eat and walked alot. Ok, so that wasn't a feeling , all you had to do was look at him. He had brown, I think, eyes and a hesitant smile.

"Why do youse got da accent?" He pointed to the home. "Youse rich from what I'se seen of youse family and even dough dat dress ain't da best..it's alot bettah than what I'se seen." I realized that I didn't know his name.

"What's youse name?" No name asked me.

"Li..." I thought for a second, this was my chance. To start over, by myself! I quickly scanned through names that started with Li.

"Li-what?" His questioning gaze looked at me as I fumbled with my words." Ummmm, Lithatania." I knew he could see right through my lies , but thankfully he didn't ask me about it.

"Nice, sounds like a whole different language. Mine's Skittery. " He spit in his hand and waited for me to repond. I did the same and smiled at him. I had a feeling this was going to be a beautiful friendship.

He smirked, "So why youse living in dis house? Ya don't look to happy. "

I frowned at the meniton of the house I lived in and the people I lived with." It sucks." This time he frownexd and I could tell he didn't understand why. Maybe I'd explain another day. I asked him, " Skittery, where do youse live?"

He smilied at the change of topic , but he didn't press on it. That made me feel alittle better. "I'se loive at da Newsies lodging house in 'hatten." He pointed to a back street. That must be the way he goes to get back to this lodging house. I wonder if girls were allowed to live there. I would have to remember this place, even if they don't take girls.

DONE!! With this chapter anyway. REVIEWS!! This actually took pretty long...