A/N: Here is chapter number eleven! Wow I'm just whizzing away on this thing!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Titans or their villains or world, I do own Mage and Wind, Kristen, the bread shop, and Mrs. McKinley. $&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&

I woke up the next day, feeling wonderful. I had gone home yesterday, I needed too in order to get my stuff. I also needed to notify Mrs. McKinley about how I was quiting. I yawned and looked at the clock, I had woken a second before the alarm. I turned it off and rolled out of bed. I got dressed, smelling my clothes, I had forgot to change out of them yesterday and I hadn't had a chance to wash them. I grabbed my white dress. I have a white and a black dress, not to mention my shirt and pants for fancy occasions.

I put it on and braided my hair into it's customary two braids. I grabbed my hat and pulled it on, then went down stairs to work. I grabbed the apron, it was green, and put it on. I paused at the top of the stairs and screamed to the stoves, 'Wakey, wakey! It's a lovely bright morning! Time to get to work sleepy heads!'

On of the stoves grumbled, 'We don't need to sleep remember?'

I grinned, 'I know, but it's fun to yell.' They just laughed at me and my queer human ways, and that suited me fine. I walked over to the freezer and pulled out the bread, setting it in the ovens. I then went and began to get the bread ready, enjoying the smell of yeast and the sense of friendship. I sighed and went out into the main shop I went and checked the bread, I put the old yet good ones in a basket, the rest went onto a shelf for a discount. I grabbed the basket and put it in the back shop, I sometimes give it to the pigeons. Sometimes I give it as free lunch, it still tastes good after all. Either way it gets used. The old bread is often what I snack on as I work, it takes care of a great deal of my eating expenses.

Mrs. McKinley doesn't mind, she would have just thrown it away. So she isn't losing any money. I managed to have thirty loaves ready and waiting to be bought before Mrs. McKinley came in. I sighed, I needed to say goodbye to the stoves.

I paused in my kneading and piped up, 'I have something to tell all of you.' I began, everyone/thing became silent. 'I won't be working or living here any more, I'm moving in with the Titans.'

'I knew you'd have to go eventually, you are just a child after all.' A stove told me.

The freezer spoke up, 'I'll miss you, but I'm glad, it's about time you got a home.'

'Aye!'

'Same here!'

I found that everyone agreed, they all thought it was a sad but good thing. All good things have sadness in it, as all bad things have gladness in them. They are tethered together, good and bad, sad and joyful.

'Thanks you guys, I'm going to miss you so much!' I exclaimed, managing a sad smile.

'Don't start crying Mage!' the freezer yelled.

'Yeah!' added a stove, 'Or I'll have to burn some bread to distract you!'

I found myself laughing, 'You would too!' I told it happily. That was when Mrs. McKinley came in.

"Amanda, are you in here!" she exclaimed loudly.

I came out front, "Yes I am, and I have something to tell you." I was wringing my hands in my apron, now that it came to it I didn't want to leave!

She sat down at one of the two eating tables, "What is it Amanda?" Her brow was creased with worry, her words gentle.

I smiled softly, "I'm quitting," I told her suddenly.

She suddenly broke into a smile, "It's about time, I was wondering how long a fifteen year old girl could live on her own!"

I managed not to show my surprise, though it was definitely there. "You knew the moment you saw me, didn't you?" I asked sardonicly.

She shrugged, "Yes, but then you started talking and I wasn't so sure. You act a lot older than your age." She paused and looked a little embarassed, "I knew you were when the pay I gave you was far too small, and you didn't speak up. Also when you befriended Kristen, most eighteen year olds don't have that much in common with a fresh man."

I sighed and shook my head, "And here I was thinking I was so clever."

She just grinned, and rose to get to work, "Are you going to finish the days work?"

I nodded, "Oh course! I love this job!"

"But you'll be gone tomorrow?"

"Most likely," I replied sadly. I went back and continued making bread. At lunch I switched to main the counter.

Kristen came in and gave me a grin, I smiled back. "Guess what Kristen?" I told her, managing to stay behind the counter.

"You're really an evil cat who is disguised as a human?" she asked playfully.

"Yes, and I plan to use your yard as a kitty litter box," I replied sarcastically. "My problems are solved!"

Kristen is so dear to me, she and I are mingled together. When I read her language I catch parts of my own thrown in, and vice versa for me. Her eyes brightened, "You're a Titan?"

I grinned, "I'm a teen trainee Titan," I told her, stumbling over my tongue.

She shrieked and ran behind the counter to give me a hug. I returned it and pushed her back to the other side. "I'll have ten raisin breads, you won't be making them any more, and a thing of plain butter."

I nodded, I reached around and grabbed them, we almost didn't have enough. I handed them over and she paid, and left. I was going to call her tonight. At four Mrs. McKinley took the help wanted sign and put it back up. I smiled sadly, joy is always mixed with sorrow.

"Give me a call Amanda, I want to find out how you're doing," she told me before leaving. She walked to the door and left.

I was taking care of the bread and saying my good byes when the Titans came in. I heard a jangling of the bell and the slam of the door. I hadn't locked it yet.

The counter yelled back to me, 'It's the TITANS!'

I grinned and ran out front, "What are you doing here?" I asked them, giving Star a hug.

Beast Boy grinned, "We're going to help you carry your heavy luggage home!" He flexed his non-existant arm muscles.

I started laughing, "Why thank you Beast Boy, I'm sure I can use your manly strength."

I went to the back of the shop, "Well come on, I think I can trust you not to kill anything." I told them, and they all filed in. I finished freezing the bread, and had turned off all of the stoves. I had tidied and swept, and had everything ready for the next day. I was going to miss this place.

I walked to the stairs that led to my room, "I'll be right back," I told the Titans, "I just need to get my things."

I ran up to my room and said one last silent goodbye, and stared out of my window. I grabbed my backpack and filled it. I threw in my black dress, disgusting work clothes, the white dress, and any thing else. I changed into my jeans, white shirt and jacket, not forgetting my hat. I took one last look in the mirror, riffled through my many pockets, and left.

I walked down the stairs with my backpack slung over my shoulder. "I'm ready," I told them, giving a little skip.

Robin paused, "What about your things?" he asked, honestly wondering.

I grinned, "I'm carrying them!" They just shook their heads and followed me out. I locked the door, but left it open, allowing me to put the key inside. I walked out and shut the door, for some reason that felt like I was cutting my final tie to that home. I sighed and turned to the Titans, "Lets go." $&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&$&