A/N: I have a few ppl to thank-one LiZard15 and KatFightOnSkis for reviewing! Thanks!!! Ummm, my big sis and my other friends who keep reading this when I force them to (even though you guys aren't huge "newsies" fans!), and people who have helped me write the story, especially with the parts I couldn't word because I didn't know how to put it.
ALSO! I am not a doctor and if the facts are wrong-CORRECT me now and I can change it to be correct. I did do some research on the topic, but not enough to call myself an expert.
Chapter 3~

Jack spent his day selling on his own and when he'd sold his last paper from the morning edition he started to walk towards Tibby's, hoping for Spot and Echo to already be there. When he walked in, he found that they weren't there yet so he just sat down in a booth next to a window. It was a good twenty minutes before Echo and Spot arrived.

Jack smiled at Echo and stared at her, she already looked tired, how would she be able to sell the afternoon papes? Jack sighed and didn't think much of it, yet, "Hey Echo, Spot. How was your morning?"

Echo sighed, "Okay, I'm just tired."

"Go to sleep!" Jack told her. She glared at him and he knew to shut up. He shook his head and looked at Spot, "Has she been like this all morning?"

"No, she's been doing pretty good. She's not always being herself, but she's not doing bad," Spot said. He looked at the 16 year old's face, "How could I have not seen this coming, Jack? How did I let it get so bad?"

Spot had only cried once since this whole ordeal had started and besides that he'd been like a rock. Letting Jack in only when necessary. Jack shook his head, he didn't know either. He hadn't seen it and he was around Echo every day. Echo was still pale, and she was skin and bones. Jack wondered silently how long his had been going on. He just sat there, trying to figure out a way to help her.

"Let's get some food," Echo stated to break the silence. It was becoming unbearable for her, people were talking about her like she wasn't even there. She was sitting right across from both of them and they were discussing her life like she was one of their patients and they were both shrinks. She couldn't stand it any more, "I want a hot dog."

Jack and Spot came back to reality when she said the word food. She hadn't ever discussed it before, always waiting to order with everyone else. Then she'd offer away bits, french fries*, those kind of things and just play with whatever her main course was. Jack was amazed she'd said anything about food, Spot was too, but he didn't show it on his face the way Jack did.

"What? Why do you look so surprised, Jack?"

"You mentioned food," He said, still a little bit confused, "But I guess that we all do need to eat. So I'll have my usual, a roast beef sandwich."

Spot just kind of sat there until Jack nudged him, "Oh, I'll have the same as Jack."

They ordered and everyone else began congregating in Tibby's, it got a little louder and Echo just sat in her own world. Her food was placed in front of her and she played with it a little, disgusted at the sight of it. Then she took a bite, it didn't taste good, but nothing did. She ate a little more until she was full, then she let it sit.

Spot and Jack both ate their meals and the three sat in silence. Every so often, Echo would look around at them and they'd look at her and then they'd all look back down at their plates, some with more food left on it than others. Jack and Spot didn't say anything to her about only eating half of the hotdog because at least she'd eaten that much.

"We should probably get going," Jack said to them. "Meet you back at the lodging house when we're done selling?"

Spot shrugged, "I gotta head back to Brooklyn tonight, who knows what the boys have done to the place. But I'll bring Echo back to the lodging house when we're through selling."

At this point Echo got a little bit upset, "What the hell? Spot I am not your little sister, and you don't have to TAKE me anywhere. I'm gonna sell the afternoon papes on my own, okay? I refuse to sell with someone who speaks for me and thinks I'm an invalid! I don't care if you're worried about me! I AM NOT TWO!"
*OOPS! I said French Fries, it should be Freedom Fries ::sighs:: when will people ever learn!

A/N~ I know that right now its far from the best story in the world, but my writings not all that great and this story is for one of my BEST friend's who fought anorexia and made it through and taught me a HUGE lesson about life!