I'm sorry. I really did mean to do this faster. But I deleted the whole thing and totally rewrote it at least three times. I've been in pain from riding (but that's what I get for riding a horse named Beer)and then me and the computer got in a fight so I couldn't use the internet for a couple of days. I'm sorry.

This isn't a great chapter but it's going to get better my little ducklings. For once I actually know where I'm going with a story and I'm thinking up a new one for when this one is done.

Once again, I'm sorry for the slow updates and short chapters. Forgive me and review::puppy dog eyes:

Not long after Spot and Little's exit, a sopping wet, distraught Trip came in. David stood beside her awkwardly trying to calm her down. Shivering and jumpy, she thanked him for walking her home and disappeared up to the attic muttering about how much she hated storms the whole way.

"Hey, Navy!" Spot yelled across the room as he came downstairs followed by Little. I was trying to catch up on school I missed and welcomed the distraction. "Who is dis Victoria goil?"

"Some rich girl I go to school with."

"Yeah, we already know dat." He said like I was an idiot. "Why is she tellin' people we'se is togetha."

"Because she's pathetic." I said like he was the idiotic one.

"What Spot means is how is he supposed to get revenge." Little said. She seemed amused with the whole situation but Spot was the exact opposite.

"All you have to do is show up by my school. Knowing her, she'll embarrass herself, no effort required from anyone else." I stated.

That night I fell asleep dreaming of all the ways Victoria would handle being approached by the 'famous' Spot Conlon on Monday.

"Happy Saturday!" Russia chirped merrily in my ear. I rolled over, but being used to a larger bed than the cot I was in, I fell out.

"Oorf." I grumbled after hitting the ground, bringing the sheets with me. Falling back asleep on the rough hardwood floor was tempting. Deciding it would be better to get up, I rolled across the floor towards the bathrooms. When I got there, I realized I was wrapped fairly tightly in the sheets. "Blergh." I called out, getting several odd looks from the other girls.

After some extreme squirming I freed myself from the sheets 'evil clutches' and walked into the bathroom. I splashed water onto my face. Unfortunately for me, it was colder than I had expected. "Eeee!" I squealed.

Russia, who had been standing beside me using a different sink, looked straight at me. "You make weird noises." She stated bluntly.

I simply groaned in reply.

During some point in getting ready I woke up mentally. I walked downstairs in a comfortable skirt and shirt with some money squeezed tightly in my hand. I was worried I would lose it. I walked aimlessly around the first floor for awhile, greeting everyone and surprised myself with the number of names I remembered.

"Hey." A voice came from behind me. I turned around to see Skittery. "We'se sellin' togetha agin today?" I nodded 'yes'. "Good." He stated. "Wanna get breakfast?" I shook my head again. "Youse don't talk much in the mornin' do ya?" I gestured 'no' this time.

"No, she just grunts, squeals and nods." Slight, who had been standing nearby, teased causing me to laugh and Skitts to lift an eyebrow.

"Comin'?" He asked as Slight walked away to talk to Racetrack.

"Yep."

"Wow, you can speak!" He said in fake shock.

I laughed a little and led us out the of the building, still clutching my money tightly in my fist. "Where first?"

"Let's get the papes foist. The sooner we start the better. We'll eat as soon as we get 'em." I nodded and walked along side of him. We bought papers from Morris, who looked even more unpleasant in the morning. After that we walked into a small, rundown bakery on a poorer side of town, selling newspapers as we went.

The girl behind the counter smiled at us and stepped out to hug Skittery. I stood awkwardly not sure of what was going on. "How ya doin' kid? Watcha been up to? Who's dis goil? Have I met 'er before?" She spit out the questions without pausing. She had a heavy accent and looked like she was in her mid-twenties.

"Good. Sellin' papes. Dis is Navy and ya haven't met 'er before." He answered, obviously used to the rapid series of questions. "Navy, dis is my cousin, Loretta."

"Lori is fine though." Lori said and extended her hand. "Nice ta meetcha."

"Nice to meet you, too." I smiled and took her hand.

"What can Ise getcha?" She asked returning to her post behind the counter.

"Just some rolls."

"Naw, dat ain't no good. Youse know Ise got da best cinnamon buns in New Yawk. Plus yer all skin an' bones, ya need some real food." She said walking around grabbing us food. "Heah's some lunch, too." She added as she threw two sandwiches into a bag. "Now get goin'!" She cried like we'd been standing around for hours. "Youse got papa's ta sell. Get outta heah!"

"How much do I owe ya?" Skittery asked.

Lori rolled her eyes. "Ya don't owe me nothin'. Jus' gimme a papa'. Now get outta heah!" Lori said, pushing us to the door. I decided that even though she seemed slightly insane, I liked Lori.