Jack and the rest of the gang walked into the bunkroom. Slowly the group split up. Jack and some went to wash up in the washroom. Spot and Boots traded some shooters. Race and others went on with their gambling.
"Hey Mush." Jack walked out of the washroom. "Is Rachel okay?"
"Yah. Rachel's fine." Mush stood up. "Just some personal problems with her aunt. She's up on the roof."
"Oh. Alright then."
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"Look at that, Spot." Boots held up a marble. "That's nice…"
"Yah. Really nice." Spot held up a sling shot, getting ready to shot with the marble in the sling shot. "Must be a really good shooter."
"Hey! Spot!" Jack jumped behind Spot.
"Ah!" Spot's hand slipped and the marble went flying out, hitting the wall right above Skittery's head. "Jack! You scared me! Never jump behind a guy with a sling shooter in his hand."
"Hey! That's was my head you almost hit!" Skittery said with a shock look on his face.
"Don't worry Skittery! If it hit you, it will heal. In time." Spot said putting his sling shot down. "What do you want Jack?"
"Well… Rachel is out on the roof."
"oh ya?"
"yah! All alone! Feeling sad. And it's cold outside."
"Oh.. Kay. Go tell her to come back in."
"No, you tightwad!" Race walked by and threw a blanket at Spot. "Go up to the roof!"
"Oh… now you guys are making sense." Spot took the blanket and walked out of the bunkroom.
"And he says he has more than half a brain." Jack said.
Hey there! I know that this is a super super short chapter. Sorry I just wanted to send something out so you guys know I'm still alive. Haha. Thanks to all who read my FF and thanks to BLUE BOXER for reviewing! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
