Yeah, this is one of my more shorter chapters. I know, it is very short. But I couldn't really find anything else that would go into this chapter. I needed it to end like this so when i get the next one out, it will hopefully be longer.

Andrea: How in the hell do all those things happen to you so easily...Unless you want them to happen. Never mind...Good luck with the money for the FFA thing. A few of my friends are in FFA, so I kinda get where your comin from. And I guess I'm happy for you. But you might wanna clean your room, unless your parents don't yell at you if you don't.

And to everyone else who has reviewed. I love you all so very much! And any others who read the story, woud you PLEASE Actually leave a comment! Jeese, Read the story and then don't review why don't you.

I finally get better from my evil on going sickness after three days of laying in bed half dead. Those three days were just about the worst ones in my life. Here's what I did for those three days.

I laid in bed.

I laid in bed.

I used the bathroom.

I laid in bed.

I laid in bed.

I ate a little.

I laid in bed.

I laid in bed.

I threw up what I ate.

I laid in bed.

I laid in bed.

I slept.

Fun huh? Yeah I had such a great time of sleeping and throwing up and then just being miserable. I think I shall do it again sometime...Wow, I think you all know me enough to realize that was sarcasm. If not...Your weird...And kinda stupid...

But I am officially allowed to be let outside by the all time lovable, huggable, squeezable, kissable, fluffable, seriousable, King of Brooklyn. Yeah...That's his new title. But I'm going to shorten it to L.H.S.K.F.S. King of Brooklyn...That's also too long, how about L. King of Brooklyn. I like the sound of it.

Too bad Spot didn't like it when I told him.

Oh well. He's to serious, he needs to loosen up more.

He also didn't like that idea either when I told him about it.

Anyways back to me being able to be outdoors again.

I pulled, practically threw, open the wooden doors of the Lodging House after three days of not entering or leaving through them. And fresh air enters my lungs. I jump off the steps and start dancing in the street as the Newsies laugh at my antics. I get Lover and Ember to join me. (The little boys are doing slightly better, still in pain though. My poor Babies.)

Spot had slept in Manhattan the night before, and just laughed when he saw me doing the waltz with a too short, stepping on feet, little boy called Ember.

"Come on Ma, lets go and get our papes." Spot called to me as he headed towards the DO.

I drop Lover as I was leaning him back in the Tango, the male is actually supposed to do that, but Lover has a small fascination with women doing it, and take off after my L. King of Brooklyn. Ha, I actually got to use his new title.

Hours later, I am sitting between Spot and Jack as I eat my lunch sandwich. Tuna just for your information. You didn't really need to know that, but I might as well tell you in detail about the sandwich since Jack and Spot are not saying anything. So here is the details about the wich,( Its also shortened, Sandwich, wich, get it?) Its a Tuna sandwich...What else is it supposed to be, its not a turkey wich, its not a ham wich. Its just a Tuna sandwich, there aren't you happy I told you in detail about my wich? No? Humph, ok then.

I look around Tibby's as I take a bite out of my Tuna wich. I see Lover talking excitedly to Kid Blink. Ember is sitting with the munchkins, being entertained as Snipes tells them a joke. Mush and Race are sitting across from Jack, Spot and me, talking about the money Race won today at the tracks. But where is Monkey?

And just as I turned to ask Race, Skittery rushed through the restaurant door and over to my table. He tries to talk, only getting out a single letter of a word. "Q."

That's a lot of help there buddy, so I say, "Breathe baby, breathe. Take slow deep breathes...There ya go, now what were ya tryin to say?"

"Queens kidnapped Monkey!"

The whole room gets quiet. Lover turns his head towards Skittery in disbelief.

"What?" I ask quietly. I'm silently thinking this is all a joke...just a cruel hurtful joke.

"Monk was sellin with me and Snitch today. We was having a good time, almost done with our papes when at least six guys surrounded us, I recognized one of the guys Race beat at the last big Poker Match," It was then that I noticed the bruises and scrapes across Skitts face. "They was beating us up, beating us with clubs and knives. Me and Snitch got knocked out when one of the guys hit us over the head, when we woke up, they were gone, but so was Monkey!"

I change my mind...This was the worst day of my life.