Kid Blink went to the middle of the room and starting opening the package nicely unlike Jack and Racetrack. He made a nice little hole and took out one letter.

Letter 1

Dear Kid Blink,
I feel sorry for your eye. What's with it? But I think it's cool 'cause it's your trademark. So I like the eyepatch. Not to mention the way you dance is so good...write back to me.

Love,
Tammy

"Okay...so she likes yoah eye patch," Racetrack raised an eyebrow.

"Hm...didn't know people liked me patch," Kid Blink grinned. "I guess it was worth it!"

"Should I do it too den?" asked Boots.

"NO!" Kid Blink and Jack yelled together in harmony.

"Why not?"

"One, I doan't mean ta sound selfish, but its me trademark, like dat goil sed. Two, if ya can't help it, doan't do anyting to yoah eye," Kid Blink said before Boots began to get ideas for how he can look better with an eye patch. "'kay, goin' ta read da nex' lettah!" Kid Blink, the neat freak, tore the envelope nicely along the edge and pulled out a bulky letter.

Letter 2

Dear Kid Blink,
I want to ask you so many questions but I don't know where to start. For one, what's your real name and tell me your AIM so we can chat. Two, how old are you? How did you hurt your eye? Where's your parents? Do you like living with the Newsies? Do you like being a Newsie? What's your favorite thing to do? What was your favorite headline? What do you usually think about?
Can you play any instruments? What's your favorite movie? How did you learn to dance? You have such a good voice- how did you learn how to sing? Do you have a hobby? If so, what is it?

"Dis is givin' me a headache!" yelled Kid Blink and threw away the letter.

"Let me read da nex' lettah den," said Jack, ripping apart an envelope.

Letter 3

Dear Kid Blink,
I don't like you that much because when I look at you, I look at your eye patch. When I look at your eye patch, I think of how you got it. And you also have a big mouth and you grin at the wrong time...and a bunch more other stuff.

From,
Danielle

"Why are dere so many mean lettahs?" Snipeshooter asked.

"'Cause people hate us, that's why!" Les said angrily, shaking a tiny fist.

"Why do dey hate us?" Snipeshooter asked again after a little while.

There was a pause until David replied:

"It doesn't matter- don't think about it because then you'll have a bad headache."

"Hm, dis mus' be from Snydah- what do ya tink?" Mush looked at the address of the envelope, which said the jail's address.

Letter 4

To the kid who got slapped by a guy at the rally,
Don't want to write too long because you probably got my information in Jack's letter. Just wanted to know, why do you have an eye patch?

Still in jail eating a rotten potato,
Snyder

"Why does everyone have ta say someting 'bout me eye patch?" complained Kid Blink.

"Now ya know how I felt when people sed stuff about me lookin' glum 'n' dumb," Skittery made a funny face at the nearest mirror.

"We're wastin' time, let's jus' read one more lettah and den read Pie Eatah, Snoddy, and Jake's lettahs afta dis. Dere's don't look dat big so dere probably ain't dat many lettahs," said Jack.

Letter 5

Dear Blinkie,
Your name is so interesting. Where'd ya get it? I live in NY (New York) in the year 2004 and it's changed since 1899. (not that I know, I just watched Newsies) Nice eye patch! You dance well and too bad you got hit by that guard at the rally. Must have hurt a lot, but at least you didn't have to go to the refuge like Jack.

Love,
Kelly

"'ey, I like da last lettah!" Kid Blink grinned. "I tink I'll keep it."

"Lots of people like yoah eye patch, don't dey?" Skittery said. He was obviously jealous.

"'ey, wat do I do wid all dis odder lettahs?" Kid Blink held up the package.

"Dey all probably say da same ting- yoah eye patch is cute, how'd ya get it, ya have a big mouth- so jus' trow it, it ain't fun lookin' at same stuff ovah and ovah again," Racetrack replied while gesturing Pie Eater, Snoddy, and Jake to go up front and open their packages...

(to be continued)