dgc: Graffitied the State Capitol, hmm… Anyway, thanks for reviewing and being the first person to vote!

ngihtmere: Yeah, I know it wasn't that great. I think the medicine the doctors put me on made me a little delirious. To answer your question: black/red.

Twilight Chi: Yay you like my story! (smiles hugely)

sweetypie15: Yum thanks for the cookie:)

Okay sorry it took awhile to update but this is what happened: I've been using my dad's old computer because I can't use

the Internet on mine. The firewall stopped working on mine about six months ago and without it you'd be surprised how

many people can hack into your computer. For the past couple days we've been working on it really hard and we finally got

it to work again. Chapters 1-7 are on his computer and all the rest are going to be on mine. I haven't had time lately in

between working on the computer and going to the doctor's. On top of all that, our Internet service has been out for a while. Grrrrr Comcast! Anyway, on with the chapter!

Making people get up at four thirty is cold-blooded and cruel. After waking up, the routine is usually the same. Get unedible food, attempt to eat it, follow Mr. Sir, cheat at digging. How boring can you possibly get? Dig, dig, dig, dig, dig. A word of advice: If you ever catch anyone crying never bring it up. I now know from experience.

After digging for six or seven hours, Mr., excuse me, Dr. Pendanski comes to bring lunch (shudders) and you try to eat it in peace. Only today, I tried to eat it with Squid glaring at me from afar. Then Squid glaring at me from acloser.

"Don't talk to anybody about what you saw last night." Okey dokey, artichokey! Hehe, artichokey…

"Alrighty Captain Squid! But an I allowed to ask you what happened?"

"No." Well that's what you think. I will find out. BWAHAHAHA. I am suddenly nosey. Oh well.

"Okay well if you ever feel like telling me, and you will feel like telling me eventually, you know where to find me. You'd be

surprised how understanding and insightful I am." That is a complete and utter lie. I don't think I am understanding or

insightful. But he doesn't need to know that. What could be wrong with him? Let's make a list.

1) He just likes to cry

2) He has nightmares

3) Something is very wrong and he can't express feelings during the day

4) He is having flashbacks of his awful life just like I do sometimes.

(A/N: Okay, upcoming flashback of Megan's life. I'm warning you, it is not very nice and is sort of depressing.)

/ FLASHBACK \

Three or four year old Megan woke up in the middle of the night because she was thirsty. There were sounds coming out of

the kitchen and she didn't know what they were. Against better judgment, she went into the kitchen to investigate. Her mom

was lying on the floor crying and her dad was over her mom holding a baseball bat. She watched in horror as he dad started

beating her mom. She ran back to her room and somehow fell back asleep. Later that night, she heard soft crying coming from

the spare bedroom next to her room. She went inside and cowering in a closet was her mom holding a phone. The screen on

the phone always showed what number that was being called. Then, it said 911. Her parents fought a lot and her dad often

put holes through the wall and once pulled her parents bedroom door off of its hinges. She could only imagine what it was

used for. She had to see her parents fighting a lot. Her little brother's room was downstairs in the basement and she didn't

want him to have to see what she had. When her parents were fighting she made sure he was in the basement and played cards

with him to try to keep his mind preoccupied. Now, she hated cards. One day her dad walked out. He was gone for a year

and nobody knew where he was. One day he came back. She wished he had stayed away. Whenever he came back it was okay

for a week or so and then her parents started fighting again. One night her parents were in a fight and her dad came up to her

room and tried to take her away because he was going to leave again and wanted to take her with him. She didn't know why

and still ahs no idea. When her dad was gone, there was a lot less money coming in and sometimes there wasn't any food.

There was a Giant down the street and when there wasn't anything to eat she would go down and steal some. Not that much, though. She gave it all to her brother and ate what he didn't.

/END FLASHBACK\

Well, that was interesting. I haven't had a flashback about my past in a couple years. I've gotten past that part of my life. It's

over and there's nothing I can do about it. Now I'm gonna be depressed for a month or so like I always am when I think about

it. Great. Just great. Well, if he is having flashbacks, I shouldn't make him think about it any more. But if it isn't - oh well. I don't care. I have to go finish digging.

LATER THAT DAY

All the guys keep staring at me and asking me what's wrong. They need to mind their own business. Why do they care what's wrong? Nobody ever cares. I'm gonna go finish my hole.

IN THE TENT

"Chica, something's wrong with you and we all know it. Will you tell me?" Magnet

asked.

"Nothing's wrong. Just go away."

"Okay. Fine. But if you need somebody to talk to, you can talk to me." His words reminded me what I said to Squid earlier. I

meant it then, so maybe Magnet meant it now. But it is hard to trust people when it comes to stuff like this. Who knows

how they're going to react! That's probably why Squid wouldn't talk to me. The dinner bell just rang but I don't have an

appetite. I'm just gonna lie here and try to sleep early. Hopefully I won't have any nightmares.