Oct. 17th-Nebraska's house

"Okay, how about this?" Pennsylvania asked, holding up a cute cartoon sketch of an Elk.

"Eh, I don't know." Mississippi stated. "What do you think, Nebraska?"

The young teenager was staring out the window.

"Nebraska?" Mississippi said again. "Nebraska? You listening, man?"

Pennsylvania snapped his fingers in front of Nebraska's face.

"Huh, what?" Nebraska said, jumping slightly.

"What do you think of this one?" Mississippi asked, pointing at the sketch.

"Yeah, sure." Nebraska said, absentmindedly, as he went back to staring out the window.

Pennsylvania wadded up the paper and chunked it toward the overflowing waste basket. Nebraska suddenly jumped up and ran out of the room.

Pennsylvania and Mississippi stared at each other, at a loss of what to say. "I'm getting another bag of chips." The former said, hopping (literally) over to the pantry.

"Hey, man, that's your sixth bag of potato chips." Mississippi pointed out. "Is that even good for you?"

"I don't know, but I need some right now." Pennsylvania said as he opened the bag of chips. Mississippi had learned earlier that this love of potato chips stemmed from the fact that his state was one of the leaders in producing that kind of snack.

Pennsylvania sat down and opened his large laptop, as Mississippi laid his head on the table.

"Hey, we have an email from Delaware." Pennsylvania announced.

Mississippi raised his head. "Really? What about?"

The former colony popped another chip in his mouth. "He says all the groups are supposed to go to his place on Halloween at noon to report back on what they have accomplished. He says it's also a costume party."

"Hmm." Mississippi mused. "Are you going to dress up?"

Pennsylvania chuckled, as he ran his fingers through his unruly blond hair. "I don't know. Hey, where did Nebraska go?"

They both glanced out the window to find Nebraska driving a huge tractor-like machine through his corn field.

Pennsylvania froze, with a chip half way to his mouth. "What is he doing now?"

Mississippi grinned slightly. "He's harvesting his corn."

Oct. 17th-Illinois's Ride

Montana and Arkansas were sitting in the back seat of Illinois's lime green Cadillac with 28 inch rims as they rolled through the city of Chicago.

Illinois glanced back at them, his eyes covered in his shades. "You really quiet. What you want to eat?"

The teenaged Montana stared at the back of Illinois's head as he turned back to focusing on the road. Illinois's hair was in long braids and he had dark skin. He was incredibly friendly and had taken them around Chicago showing them anything they wanted to look at.

"Um, I don't know…..how about the best place in all of Chicago!" Arkansas exclaimed excitedly as she played with her multiple diamond rings on her fingers.

"That's what's up!" Illinois exclaimed. "I know this barbeque joint that you gonna love! Ay, I gotta a call." He picked up the phone. "Nevada, what's going down? Oh, yeah? Halloween? Cool! You know, just waiting on Pennsylvania and his group to get back with us. Hey, you got that phone book? Yeah, just email me a copy, man. Aight, later."

"Ay, Delaware's having a Halloween gig that we all gotta go to." Illinois announced.

"Oh great." Arkansas breathed. "That last meeting was horrible."

Illinois laughed.

"So, what exactly are we supposed to be doing as a group?" Montana asked.

"We ordering hoodies for the countries and us!" Illinois said. "But, we waiting on what to actually put on them. But, be cool, I got it covered! We gonna call for sizes while waiting." They pulled into the restaurant.

Montana got out with Arkansas, and nervously straightened his starched blue, long-sleeved shirt, and scuffed his boots on the concrete while waiting for the others. He wasn't used to hanging out with others; he was a bit of a recluse since it was so lonely at his home. Illinois came up behind him, clapping him on the back. "Ay, loosen up, Montana! You too quiet!" Illinois draped his arm over the shorter teen's shoulder as they continued across the parking lot.

Montana smiled nervously, thinking about how nice it would be to have friends. He actually smiled genuinely for the first time that day when Illinois told the cashier taking their order, "Give my man right here the best you got!"