Old A.N. I haveto tell you that I can not wait to see what happens. I am actually making this up as I go along so I'm just as excited as you are. Well you see, right now it is 2:57 am. 'causemy mom doesn't approve of my newsie love, so at the moment I'm a bit out of it so the accents might not follow suit from chapters before. But I will try!

Disclaimer: oh yea I totally somehow bought the newsies in 2 hours… I mean come on be realistic here.

"Well, I'se tired, last night I'se was out most of da night wit Sarah."

"Oh, ohk. Well, here you can sleep in my brother bedroom tonight since he's not here. It's down the hall from my room. I think it's three rooms down on the right." I said leading him to the stairs. Everybody followed me as we went into my room.

"Kay, thanks. Night boys. Be good." Jack Kelly's departure was followed by a few "G'night cowboy." s

"I have an idea on what to do," It was Margaret that spoke this time, probably more comfortable now, "Let's play truth or dare!"

"I call goin' first," Margaret blurted out. You could tell that she was becoming more and more daring by the second. "Ohk Kenze, truth or dare?"

"Truth." I said, not wanting to be a chicken but I knew Margaret's strategy, she'd torture me first.

"Why is your nick name Kenze when your real name is Cassie?" Spot asked for Margaret.

"Hey, it's Margaret's turn, not yours." I whinned.

"Nah. I like that one, you never told me. Only Carolyn knows." That much was true. Only Carolyn really knew the story behind my name.

"Well, it's not that interesting, but if you say so. So, my real name is Cassandra, but my mom said that I should be nicknamed Cassie. That was all cool and everything and I went by Cassie until I turned 10. You see, when I was 7 I met this girl names Makenzie. She was 6 at the time but we instantly clicked. She lived in California but was in Mass for a family trip. Our families met and just clicked too. Our dad's played golf, our mom's cooked, and our brothers talked about comic books. Kenzeand I had so many good times. I remember once when I was 8 and she was 7 I went out to visit her. That year we went to the San Diego Zoo. We started to get bored with all of the animals so we came up with a plan to do something fun. We decided to all of a sudden run in two different directions and see who could circle the park faster. What we ended up doing was running right into one another because we both circled around the same exhibit," By this time in my story I had everybody listening intently. They were waiting for me to continue and I liked the feeling of being in the center of it all. At the same time, memories started to flood my brain. I started to remember things that I tried so hard to push out. Things that didn't belong. "It was winter. She was 9 and I had just turned 10 that July. Her mom and her. They were just going to the bank. It wasn't even snowing. Clear as ever. Hadn't snowed yet that winter. Well they went out into the bank. Got what they needed and left. But Kenze, she forgot the gloves that I knitted her a couple of days before hand. They were staying with us. For Christmas you know. A white Christmas. But her mom told her to run in and get them. Made it fine on the way there. But crossing the street on the way back." By this time I could no longer hold back my emotions. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. I hated that this one small girl could break me down like this. But she could and there was nothing that I could do about it. "She got hit. Flew 40 feet on impact. They never caught the driver. He just kept going. She died Christmas night. It was the worst Christmas gift ever. And since then, I've been called Kenze in memory of her."

"Man, I thought getting socks were bad. But that, that's much worse." Race said to break the silence. Leave it on Race to make things more comfortable.

"Ohk," I said wiping away the last few tears. "Who's next? Umm, since you put me through this... Spot. Truth of dare?"

"Dare." Spot said looking at me with challenge twinkling in his eyes.

"Ohk, I dare you to…"

Old A.N. Another Cliff hanger…DUN DUN DUN!! sorry it was so short. I just wanted to get it out and over with you know. Oh and as for the story of Kenze… don't use that in your own stories pleaseunless that really happened to someone you know. 'Cause that did happen to someone I know. Well actually to my God Mother. She survived but barley. And she still doesn't remember anything from her childhood. Sad I know but true. So please do me a favor and if anyone wants to put that in a story, not that i exspect anyone to want to, please, please, please ask me!! So on a happier note… I'm going to bed G'night!

again.. DUN DUN DUN!! yeah i love saying that. so here's another one... woopie!
(: