Hey guys thanks for the reviews. I'm writing this currently at 11:50 at night, so yeah, haha.

Two things:

1: In accordance to one reviewer, Phil being a business man actually plays a part in the story!

2: In accordance to another chapter, I know I said 85 pounds and in this one Marley weights 97, but please make note that Ryder said his number for a reason.

**** P.S THIS JUST ADDED: PLEASE READ THE BOTTOM OF THE PAGE FOR ME, WHEN DONE READING, THANK YOU! *****

Marley cried. She had figured out how much she weighted, at least ninety seven pounds. She had overheard doctors and they said the weight of Marley's. She'd be in the hospital for at least three weeks to get her weight up, then she be in therapy for a while.

She hated it. She didn't want to be there. Nor in a therapy session with some total stranger asking her personal questions. She'd rather be at home in her navy blue blanket watching her favorite Christmas movie, Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. She would love to be home watching her movie with a hot chocolate in her hands and the smell of her mother making Christmas cookies in the kitchen. Usually this time of the year they didn't have much except enough money for Christmas shopping to get at least two gifts and a tree.

She loved decorating the tree the best. She and her mother pull out all the decorations and decorate the tree as Marley sang various of Christmas songs that she knew her mother loved. They had the tree until March when they would throw the tree out in the garbage, naked as there were no green left on the tree.

But this year she knew it be different. No tree to decorate, no buying gifts for her mother with the money she had saved from babysitting Jake's niece, Beth, whilst Shelby was out working late. All this money for the fun would be used for therapy with a total stranger that Marley didn't know, because Marley had fainted.

If only I hadn't fainted! We would of won and I wouldn't be here with all these freaks trying to make me eat and gain weight. I just want to go home for Christmas.

To calm herself down, Marley started thinking about Kitty's mansion size home. It reminded her of the Kardashian Mansion in California. It was like a replica of the Kardashian Mansion, but a bit smaller than theirs. She began to imagine all the snow around Kitty's house—A winter wonderland of dancing snowmen and crystals hanging on the outside of her roof. Trees covered in bright lights and popcorn and silver and gold. She imaged that the inside would be that simlar to her favorite ballet; The Nutcracker. Kitty's living room in the style of Clara's. A huge tree in the middle of a ballroom with huge presents in rainbow color wrappings decorated with elves, reindeer and Santa's and snowmen.

Christmas music playing loudly in her family living room, with all her fancy and rich relatives from far off places in the world. She wished she had loads of relatives. She has no communication with her father's side, other than her Grandma who lived in Cincinnati, and her mothers side was just her mother and two grandparents who died before Marley was even born.

She imaged Kitty would have huge gifts and lots of them, just for herself, and have the best of the best. New clothes, new music, new school supplies, new book... okay, scratch the last two. That what Marley wanted for Christmas.

She just wanted it all. She just wanted...

A Kitty Wilde life.

***** NOTICE *****

Before I uploaded this I was watching the news. There was an explosion in Boston, MA.

I live in middle MA, far from Boston, but Boston is still my hometown.

Please pray for the people in Boston.

Thank you

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