Chapter 18- Monday

Sunday was...I guess boring. We didn't do anything today, though we could've done at least something. They don't go to church much, they say, and cartoons doesn't come on much on Sundays as it was on Saturdays. They don't even bother to get dressed. So we pretty much treated it a rainy day. And it wasn't even cold outside.

"Come on! Let's play outside!" I motioned the kids outside. They all (except Lizzie) moaned and looked at me weird.

"What is there to do?"

"You know well! Basketball, soccer, picnic, camping, outside stuff!" I snapped. I maybe an inside person too, but I refuse for these kids to go out around like this, not getting their sunshine and exercise. "Besides, it's pretty outside."

"That's something mom would say," Charles said.

"Okay fine. It's beautiful outside."

"What do you expect? Rosie tore up my soccer ball and my basketball needs some air. People are occupying the tennis court and the park outside." Crystal said.

"Hey, is a recreational center nearby? We could go there." I was determined to get them out the house. I don't want to be locked up for too long.

"Okay, that's cool, I wouldn't mind." Lizzie said.

The kids just moaned and got up to get dressed. I mentally celebrated for a successful persuasion.

"Okay guys," a blonde man began to say, in a roomful of 20 other men. They were all sitting in a bunch of tables and chairs, each either smoking, laying cards, or just drinking. There was a mixture of Blacks, whites, and Hispanics, but they were all in gang-related material. They all turned their attention to the blonde guy in a black trenchcoat.

"Most of our crew's locked up. Like dogs. Want to help us bring them back, you'll have to help us."

They immediately looked among each other and all agreed.

"Otto! Watch out!" Charles screamed.

"Huh?" A basketball flew to my face, and I didn't have enough time to defend myself. "Ow! Dammit!"

"Sorry Otto!" He laughed but apologized and took the ball to throw it at Sean to play basketball.

I held my nose painfully and tried to check if it was bleeding. Nope. "Damn right you are! That hurts!"

Can we give them revenge dad? Gammy asked. All four tentacles hid underneath my sweatshirt I wore yesterday.

Yeah, how about a prank when we get home? I thought.

Crystal and Lizzie both giggled, each hiding their mouths from behind their playing cards.

"Ha ha, laugh all you want! How would you like it if a basketball landed in your face?" I said it in a sarcastic manner. They were still giggling. "Crystal? Pick a card."

Crystal reached her hand at my playing hand and slowly moved it from left to right, trying to choose my card.

Unfortunately, she took my ace. Damn.

She knows that I had an upset look, since she was snickering madly. "Hey, wanna play some ping-pong after this?" She asked. Lizzie and I shrugged.

(My POV)

We played at the Rec. center all day, and I guess that filled the bored space on this Sunday.

Luckily, nobody here recognized Otto. Thank god. No need to start chaos here.

That night, we had to go to bed early, since school starts tomorrow. No more spring break. And I must say it was the best spring break I've ever had. I'm just surprised Otto is still here. I guess it was impossible for it to be a dream so far.

Lizzie, who slept in the living room's futon, gets to switch places with Otto tonight. We all packed our homework and school stuff, and we had to get our clothes out for tomorrow. Rosie slept with Charles on the top bunk of the bed, so she wouldn't disturb Lizzie the next morning and wake her up like she did this morning.

But then, our final thoughts and worry came to conclude: what will Otto do?

"Well, duh, I'll be home out there doing something," he said, "taking care of the dog and stuff. Maybe I'll look for a part time job or something. I'll be alright. I won't burn the house down."

"Lizzie!" Amber ran and gave her a friendly hug. "Oh, how I missed you!"

"Hey Amber!" I grinned.

We're at school (duh), in the 8th grade hallways. Lizzie wore an Evanescence T-shirt and blue tight girl pants. I'm currently wearing my athletics uniform, but for the rest of the day I'll wear red boy pants and my Dragonball Z red T-shirt. Amber's wearing a large green and red sweater with brown tight girl pants.

"How's the break? Home was boring without you!" Amber smiled.

"Nah, It's alright! Lizzie stayed at my house for a while."

"Oh my god! Freddy Kruger!" a voice cheered from behind. It was Alice, the girl with the top funny hat.

"He he, one, two Freddy's coming for you..." Amber began to sing.

"Is it me or is this turning into a costume party?" I said, giggling.

"Yup, Cat in the hat and Freddy Kruger," Lizzie said.

"Oh, did she tell you? Lizzie says that Otto lives in your house!" Alice replied.

I made a nervous laughter. "I guess so...no, really, somebody did move into my house." I decided to bend the truth alittle.

"Really? What's his name?"

"Otto."

Both Amber and Alice laughed hard. I couldn't blame them, this is really farfetched. But it isn't.

"Where is Elsie?" I asked.

"She's here, probably in class by now...holy shit! The bell's gonna ring!"

We each rushed to our first period class, which mine is Athletics.

To be continued...

Next: Grow up!

Oops! I forgot to answer the reviews from the last chapter! Here ya go:

Stray the Metallic Imp: O.O I've forgotten to read your discription first! Anywho, let's just say it was annoying in Otto's point of view. You were just in curiousity since you had these questions bottled up inside...besides what would you do if you're playing checkers with Doctor Octopus and is on the winning side? Stay in the winning side of course! PS: Gods, if I actually met you, I would be like, "Don't kill her!" Sorry if I mentioned that! you must be really scared. I'm scared too. Surgery sounds like a really scary thing.

Madd Hatter: Goblin's your second fav villian OF THE WEEK? Lol! Nah, I won't do a real world fic for Goblie, I think one for Otto's enough already...but I'm thinking of writing a fanfiction-fanfiction if you get my drift.

Gab: Ivo isn't Eggy's real first name?! It's Julian?!!?!! How could I not know that?!?!? I think I'll email ya a link to my favorite sprite comic sites for Sonic (just as a birthday gift :P) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Mine's in december (whines)

anacsadder: Um okay, you have a soft side for kittens (not normal) and you like gore and stuff (normal) Okay, now I AM wierd. I'm probably sugar-high now. No, I'm getting a headache....

Anonymous-cat: Lol! Otto acting as himself (that's not gonna happen) that's cute!

samus20018: Damn. Why is it always the reviewers that think of something first? (Actually I had the Otto meet Alfred lingo floating around my head for some time now...)

Shadow Fox Forever: Cool, I'll send ya an email. But not right now but I will (I'd love to chat with you)

Everyone else that has been reviewing in the past but is not reviewing now or just not coming here: HEEELLOOOOOOO?! Am I alone in this universe? You don't have to review or ever, but I'm glad you're reading this fic or not posting meanie comments (grins childishly)

Okay, I'll just shut up now. Go on with your life.