New Story. Just read the title and you will understand.

"Michael Parry, get back here!" I yelled through my house as I chased after him.

"'Dear diary," Michael read as he ran quicker, "I saw Travis yesterday. He was jogging around the dorms and I couldn't help but stare as his chest rose and fell.'"

"Michael, I swear I will castrate you if you don't give that back." I threatened.

"'Just seeing him breathing like that, panting for air, made me wish I was the one making him pant.'"

"Michael!" I yelled, tackling him to the ground. We both fell with a crash and my diary soared out of his hands, landing on the floor.

"What? It was getting good." Michael said with a smirk.

"You're supposed to be my best friend, jerk." I said, snatching my diary and standing up. "You're 18, stop acting like a nosy little brother."

"Oh where's the fun in that?" Michael asked me. "I don't want to be old yet. You're still like my little sister. I must torture you." He smirked and I rolled my eyes as I turned back to go to my room.

"Next time you touch my diary, Michael Anthony Parry, you will lose an appendage that you've grown to love." I told him as I closed my door and walked to my closet to hide my diary again. I put it in the very back and then walked out of my room to find Michael standing at my door, his hands protectively covering the front of his jeans.

"You wouldn't really do that? Would you?" Michael asked frantically. I just smirked and walked passed him, going downstairs to the living room. "Right?" I still didn't answer as I plopped down and turned on the television. "Right?!" I looked up at Michael with no expression on my face. "You've gotta be kidding!"

"What is all this noise?" My father asked as he walked into the room.

"She said she's gonna castrate me!" Michael said hurriedly.

"Juliet Marie Danvers." My father said in a disapproving tone.

"Michael read my diary." I said defensively.

"Michael Anthony Parry, do I need to tell your father again?" My father asked.

"No, Uncle Caleb. You don't need to tell him anything. Just tell her not to take away my little soldier." Michael pleaded.

"Little being the operative word." I muttered under my breath.

"Juliet." My father scolded.

"Sorry." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Michael, you should go home and get cleaned up. And Juliet, you need to go upstairs and get ready." My father said.

"Not another party." I groaned. I hated my father's parties. They were full of people who I hated. All pretending to be more important than they were.

"Don't be like that, Juliet. These people are my friends and I will not have you acting like that around them." My father scolded me again. I hated him scolding me.

"But I don't want to be around them." I said. "I wanna go to Nicky's tonight. Tammy is going and she's bringing her cousin." I smiled at the thought of Tammy's cousin Daniel.

"Not tonight. Maybe tomorrow you can go to Nicky's if you behave tonight." I groaned and went back to looking at the television. "If you don't go upstairs and get ready, you will not be seeing Nicky's for a month."

"What?!" I yelled, looking at him. "You can't take away Nicky's for a month."

"I can and I will if you misbehave tonight." My father told me. "Do we have a deal then?"

"Fine." I muttered, shutting off the television. My father smiled and walked out of the room and I threw the remote down on the ground.

"Cheer up, Juliet." Michael said with a smile. "Maybe it'll be fun."

"Not likely." I muttered, standing up. "I hate those stuck up rich bitches."

"You are a stuck up rich bitch." I took a pillow off of the coach and threw it as hard as I could at Michael's head. "What was that for?"

"I'm not stuck up." I growled out at him. I hated when people thought I was stuck up.

"I'm sorry Juliet." Michael said, pulling me into a hug. "You know I didn't mean it."

"I know." I muttered into his chest.

"Look on the bright side. I'll be there with you so it won't be so boring." Michael was right; at least I wouldn't be all alone tonight.

"Thanks Michael." I said, but it was muffled by his shirt. "I love you."

"Love you too, little Juliet." Michael said, kissing the top of my head. "Now I need to go home and get ready." I sighed and pulled away from him.

"You better come right back." I said, pointing a finger at him.

"The second I am showered and dressed, I will be here." Michael promised, kissing the top of my head one more time before walking out of the house. I sighed and walked up the stairs, heading for my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it before walking over to my window. I opened it all the way and looked out to the pond behind the house. It always seemed to calm me down when I looked out to the pond. I pulled a cigarette out of my nightstand and sat on my bed as I lit it up and pulled the smoke into my lungs.

I always hated my father's parties. Matthew Richards always came and my father and mother both wanted me to marry him. I guess his parents moved to Ipswich when my parents got married and they instantly became close friends. When I was born, they always talked about me ending up with Matthew but it wasn't what I wanted. Not like they would listen to me anyway. When my cigarette was out, I walked into my bathroom and flushed what was left so my parents wouldn't find out. They didn't know that I had started smoking and I wanted to keep it that way. I febreezed my room quickly and decided to jump into the shower. I walked back into the bathroom and grabbed two towels out of the small closet and placed them on the sink as I slipped out of my clothes and into the shower. The warm water felt great on my tense muscles, it instantly calmed me down. I don't know how long I stayed under the stream of warm water but when it started to get cold, I knew it was time to get out. I wrapped the big white towel around my body and walked back into my bedroom as I started to towel off my hair. I looked through my closet and found the dress that my father had bought me hanging in the back in a white bag. I unzipped it and looked the dress over. It was pure white and there were feathery white wings hanging beside it. There was also a mask sitting at the bottom. I had masquerade parties. I walked over to my dresser, putting on my white bra and thong before walking back to my closet and slipping on the dress. It fit perfectly, I never understood how my father did that.

I heard commotion downstairs and I knew that people were already arriving and sucking up to my father. I rolled my eyes and walked over to my vanity table to apply some light make up. I went with a soft brown to bring out my eyes and I put on a small amount of eyeliner. My father told me next time I went to a party looking like a raccoon, he was going to take away my phone. After applying the make up, I rolled my eyes. The mask would hide most of my hard work anyway.

There was a knock at my door and I turned around in my seat.

"Juliet, are you decent?" My father asked through the door.

"Yes." I answered. The door opened to reveal my father in one of his best suits and a mask in his hand.

"Are you ready to come down?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'm on my way down now." I promised him. He smiled, nodded, and closed my door. I sighed and got up, locking the door as I went back to my vanity and opened the drawer. I opened the bottom, revealing my secret drawer containing a baggie filled with all sorts of pills. Different colors with different pictures on them. I popped two of them, a blue one with guns on it and a green one with Bart Simpson on it, choking at the taste. I washed it down with water and got my coughing under control. I febreezed my room again and made sure that everything smelt normal before putting on vanilla perfume and looking myself over in the mirror one final time. I slipped the mask on and walked out of my room, closing the door behind me. I heard the commotion become louder as I walked down the hall toward the stairs. I paused at the top, took a calming breath, and then I descended down the stairs.