Author's note: I was looking over some of the reviews I got (Considering the fact that my friends have been bugging me to update on some of my stories). Also I couldn't resist replying to Smeg Head's puppy eyes when asking me to write a sequel to this story. Hope you guys enjoy this story.

Chapter One
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Dull. Man I really hate going to school, period. Here I am in several rooms with teachers who think they know a thing or two about whatever subject they're teaching. Boring. Life hasn't been interesting since Jerkiko…AKA Sam…left to save his pack. For a long time I've always wondered what has happened to the pack. Uninteresting. I so wish I knew every word that would explain my distaste to "Romeo and Juliet." Blah. Who likes this anyway? Some weirdo who doesn't have a life? Unexciting. Then again, my life isn't all that exciting either, so why am I complaining? Lackluster. Okay, so I've been writing words that tell people that my life is so boring. Have to go before one of the teachers has a meltdown or something.

-Lilly Hunter

Die Romeo! Die! The world doesn't need your-all-so-pathetic-ness, Bwa-ha-ha-ha!

Okay, I know that wasn't needed, but I so hate that stupid book. Who wrote it anyhow? I know who the aardvark was that wrote that stupid story. I will not speak/ write his name. He will be formally known as He-who-no-one-should-name. Okay, in case some person from the future doesn't get this, it's Shakespeare. Ugh! I wrote the dreaded name! The horrid name of names!

Shakespeare fans, nothing against you guys. I just don't like the guy. How do I know he wasn't borrowing ideas from other people, huh? I mean, back in the dude's day people didn't have rules that people couldn't copy off of authors who came up with original stories. Well, except plays, they were a different matter. That's why I don't like Shakespeare; I strongly think that he stole ideas from authors who should've gotten the glory but didn't.

The teacher did catch me, and did I mention something about a meltdown? Well, the teacher had a melt down. The teacher overreacted by having me read orally as Juliet. I made it very clear a couple of days ago that I never ever, ever, ever wanted to play part as Juliet. The foolish creature failed to tell me how to voice Juliet. Mwa-ha-ha-ha! I was so diabolical! So Nefarious! You want to know how I was E-V-I-L? I gave Juliet a deep, manly voice. What? Did anyone expect me to be overly dramatic?

I better go. I have to force myself to read this downright stupid book. When will the world show some me mercy by suddenly having my English class read a completely different book!

-Lilly Hunter.

Ahhhh! I've been stupidfied! I've been dummified! Last time I had a journal, I wrote pretty well; like a scientist. Now! Now, I'm writing like those other kids! I was reading my other journals, and now I feel dumb! (Sobbing to the point of despair) I need to watch more science shows.

-Lilly Hunter.

That stupid teacher of mine (The English Teacher) took my book and read some of it out loud. When he got to the "Die Romeo! Die" part he shut the book. (Note: The teacher is a huge fan of Shakespeare) Of course, I said that the teacher was having a meltdown, which would explain some of his irritating behaviors. He gave me this stupid lecture on if I acted like "that" at work I wouldn't be hired. I replied by saying that the only job he was able to get was teaching because of his nasty attitude.

Guess where I'm at? I'm at the office. Why? Simple, the English teacher nearly had a heart attack after my comment. You should've seen the look on his face. He was red like a cherry. Apparently I was right about being a teacher was the only job he could get. Yes, I'm being mean because some of the teachers act like if they order you to do something you're going to automatically do it. Um, hello we're kids. I think that if the schools weren't run like prison the kids would be more behaved, but these people here are way too arrogant. I'm called in. Later.

-Lilly.

I'm in detention. I'm with another stupid teacher.

"Do you know why you're here?" asked the teacher who was going to keep an eye on us.

She was asking me this. It's kind of funny how when you first meet a person you know that they think you're stupid by the way they talk to you. I didn't reply. She was too dim to comprehend what I would say, anyhow. I have to reread "Romeo and Juliet" again because the dumb teacher thought I was lying when I said that I'd finished reading it some time later. I'm writing some of the quotes, and giving subtle hints that I really don't like any of the characters.

Man, this whole thing is so boring. I bet I could write a whole book on how the school is really ran here. There'd be some things that would never have been written in the newspapers for "various" reasons. My parents have been wondering why I've been acting the way I am now. I simply tell them that I'm going through a rebellious phase. That seems to calm them down.

Uh…did I ever mention that I've become gothic? Yeah, wow big change from the last time I wrote in a journal. I became gothic because whenever some of the kids would ask me what it was like living on the "island" they'd start calling me a liar. I think it has something to do with them incapable of living without cell phones, ipods, and other contraptions. You know another thing that might shock some people is that whenever people talk about bring dinosaurs on the mainland I don't bother telling them the disasters that'd happen. I'm like whatever as long as you guys don't send me the bill.

I'm kind of at a point where my philosophy is 'you can do whatever so long as I don't pay for it.' Most people would say that's a horrible philosophy. Well, these pickle-heads won't listen to me! Why the heck should I get gray/grey hair while everyone is talking about doing stupid things? Dang, I need to find words that mean the same thing as stupid. That's should make rereading my entries a little more interesting, and less like a whiner complaining over every little detail. Gotta go. The dreaded homework in a spooky voice is calling for me. There's no return from the horrid homework.

-Lilly

I'm keeping my yap shut, nowadays. These blockheads are now expecting me to do brainless deeds. I don't. I just go right on working on my assignments. These kids are very slow at reading "Romeo and Juliet." We're way behind schedule. The teacher isn't helping, just yapping on and on about how we should be able to read certain number of pages at such-and-such time. The thing is that he's the one wasting our time, but as students we can't tell him that cause he's going to puff up his chest like some proud bird that got offended and go on and on yapping about some of the things that don't matter anymore.

I could write page after page about what school is really like. The only reason I haven't done that is because I think it's a waste of time and I don't see any point when someone else might do the job for me.

-Lilly.

Man, I really miss living on the islands. At least it was a little nice there. I knew what I was doing there. Here, I haven't any idea how I'm going to survive. How do I know people aren't going to screw me or whatever? Extremely vague? Good, that's the point.

By the way, it's Friday. I'm happy, cause I'll be sleeping in. Where I live at, I have to go to school at 7: 20 A.M. What! Well, it's not really shocking to me because, well heck, even if I complain things aren't going to change. Another thing that's going to be nice about this summer is that my family is going to be visiting my grandparents. They live in the coastal area, like thousands of miles away (closer) from the dinosaur islands. Where I'm at I'm like a million miles away. I know I'm exaggerating.

It would be nice to visit the island again. Of course I wouldn't want to see Kyle or Luis. Those are the only guys I really don't want to see at all. I'm hoping that the time in "education prison" ends quickly. I'm making sure that my grades stay up, so my folks don't get onto my case about it.

-Lilly Hunter

My sister, Steve and my niece are coming for a visit! Hurrah! Something is happening. I've been so bored that I reread several of my dino books over and over again. What about my friends? Well, my family moved away. Stinks? Heck yeah it stinks. I'm not holding any grudges against my dad. It was his job that had us move. Had I been younger I would've thought this was some grand adventure. Well, it was okay. I made it clear that I didn't want to move in any apartments. Some of my friends who've lived in apartments have told me that it's Hades living in apartments, because of crime rates.

We moved into a smaller house. My mom is remarried. I know I'm throwing in random facts, but that's how things go here (with me that is). My dad also remarried again. Thankfully, my step-mom isn't one of those evil stepmothers. That's a plus. Of course being me, I made sure to check the people my parents married. You know a kid's gotta protect his or her parents, right? So…that's all I've to report this week. Like later. Ahhh! I'm becoming a prep too!

-Lilly

I'm in a group called the French Club (It's like totally dull). I'm learning some French but not enough to say I'm fluent. I've also joined another group, but it's in another language. (Sigh) you'd think I'd know what it's about but I honestly don't. I just go there because there're a lot of people there. That's bad idea right? Well, one of the reasons I joined the group was because they mostly talk about science, especially about dinosaurs. Most people there think that I'm cool because I'm one of the "few" experts on the subject. I think other people call the latter group geeks. Well, I have to admit there are good looking geeks here.

-Lilly

Okay, here's the gig. I know sounds like some teenager trying to sound cool. Blah. Anyhow, this guy that looked similar to Kyle walked over and well asked me questions on what I think of some of the science stuff. I think I might've wooed him when I logically used reason behind my questions. Here are the questions he asked.

The only question that I remember strongly is this question. Do you believe in the Big Bang Theory? Well, it's one of the most heated topics in this dang world.

My answer. No, I don't believe in the "Big Bang Theory." One it's a theory, it hasn't been proven right or wrong. Two, it goes against Isaac Newton's laws of motions. I don't have all three laws in order but I know them (Law one: There's friction. Law two: When action happens there's a reaction. Law three: everything continues to move until something blocks its way). I also pointed out that if the "Big Bang Theory" was true than all the other great scientists were big, fat liars.

He then asked me what my name was. I only told him that it was Lillian. I didn't tell him my last name. How do I know he's not stalking me? Some of the things that were nice about him were that he didn't get overly emotional when I told him why I didn't believe the "Big Bang Theory." In my point of view that theory just doesn't make any sense whatsoever.

Right when we were going to discuss a few things on how do Raptors on the islands act, I heard a honk of a horn. I went to the window and saw that it was Steve. The guy asked if I knew the driver. I told him that the guy was my older brother. I went to Steve's car, smiling. What a nice surprise.

"Something tells me you had a good time," said Steve.

"You guys are here already?" I asked. "I'm a bit surprised. Not in a bad way."

"So, you're gothic now? When did that happen? I could've suggested awesome places to get some nose piercing or something of the like."

"Is that you're way of saying you don't like that I'm gothic?" I asked.

I already knew that answer. Steve liked it better when I was one of those laid back girls. Steve nodded.

"Has something been bugging you?" asked Steve.

I knew that he was going to ask the question that most people who knew me tried to avoid.

"Does it have something to do with Sam leaving?" asked Steve, in a soft voice.

"I miss him," I said.

I didn't see any point in hiding that fact. I wasn't being gothic for the reason that Steve was thinking. I just wanted to be left alone, and most people didn't get that when I said that orally. Some of them would think that something really bad had happen, when it didn't. I just wanted some "me time." Some people overreact.

"Oh my gosh! She's becoming anti-social!"

That's one of the reactions that people have, in my mind. Steve nodded when I told him that fact. I knew that he understood that. Of course he didn't have that problem because he had this thing as being able to teleport from one place to another without anyone knowing, not literally. Even my sister had a hard time keeping track of him, sometimes. I was so glad to have entered the house with food ready.

This is me leaving while I'm shouting "Banzai!"

-Lilly Hunter

I'm looking forward to winter ending. Not that I've anything against Jack Frost, but sometimes good friends just need to go elsewhere so that the main character can do other things. That was just something to write for randomness. I'm in a lot better mood. My parents, I think, have noticed that I don't wear dark clothing as much, that includes stepparents. But I'm still wearing black only because it's winter. When it's spring I'm going to wear bright colors, not pink. I'm not a prep.

I can't wait to visit my grandparents. Well, actually I can. It just feels like everything is taking forever. You see, my grandparents live out in the countryside. I think it's awesome that they live there; for me that's life, because I don't really like the city life much. What with the honking of cars, people cursing like illiterate people, and sneaky people waiting for some business to screw up so they can sue the company. That's not exactly the life I like.

My mom is just thankful that I haven't died my hair black…yet. Of course, its one of my favorite things to do when teasing my mom over the phone

Okay, I'm bored now. I'm going to go to the library and see if there's anything I'd like to read before insanity claims me as its next victim.

-Lilly

Okay, I'm a little shaken. I thought I saw a giant bat. My first thought was that it was Luis. Then I looked back up at the skies. It was gone. It must've been my imagination. This was while I was going to the library. I shudder whenever I think of Luis. Of course, some people will think that I was way too judgmental of him. Well, hey, he left me on that little island over night, and without my consent sucked my blood. I'm not the type that likes being walked over. Never have, never will.

-Lilly Hunter

It's November. A lot of kids are looking forward to Thanksgiving. I'm going to be making a list of things I'm thankful for. Just to be fair, I'll list one per day. That should make this whole searching-myself thing interesting. Write down my points of views of certain things. Since it's the first day of November I'll write down the first thing I'm real thankful for. I'm thankful for culture.

I'll admit that there are some cultures that are strange, but you have to admit they have this "get-to-know-me-aura" that makes people really want to learn more about them. Like…the Incas, the people that live on the islands, and people who've managed to live in deserts. Those people are pretty cool. The Incas, in my opinion are slightly greater than the Romans. (People gasping) Well why not? These guys had set up some sort of staff that made sure that everyone ate. If someone were caught stealing food because they were hungry, the people would go to the staff dude and ask why wasn't the thief fed? I don't really know a lot about the Inca culture, but thinking of making sure other people got fed is kind of cool. That was one way of knowing if the staff dude was being greedy when he shouldn't.

Another thing I like about different cultures is that they see the world in a different way, in a way that people could learn from them. Most people would think that those notions are kind of silly, but hey I'm a curious person. That's why I read a lot. Well…that's it. Bye.

-Lilly

I'm thankful for cats. Cats are lovely and independent. They don't need people to tell them what to do. That's what I'm like, now. Back in the yesteryears, cool word, I was one of those girls that followed the crowd. After not being accepted for being me, and for not being myself, I gave up on the other kids. Forget it, I thought. You want me, you guys better accept me for who I am because I can't be anyone else. Cats.

-Lilly

Okay I missed seven days of writing some of the things I'm thankful for. Here are seven things I'm thankful for. I'm thankful for books, pens, pencils, erasers, notebooks, computers, and dark chocolate. Books so that I'm not bored some of the time. Pens because I just love drawing funny things on my dad's face while he's asleep. Yes, that's what I did this week. I tried doing it with Steve. Man, the guy is so sensitive when it comes to the face. Pencils because they're never the same. Same work, but look differently. Pencils also make pens look like the best thing to write with. Erasers because they erase my silly, petty mistakes while writing for stupid teachers, if I'm doing homework when will I get paid? Notebooks, so that I can draw cartoons of teachers I don't like. I like to use computers because it helps me embrace my inner weirdness during my leisure time. I like Dark Chocolate because I've heard that it's good for your heart.

-Lilly

I'm so bad at this. I missed six days. I don't have a good habit of writing every day. Here are six things I'm thankful for: colors, music, eyes, fingers, sound, and feelings. I like colors because they help to make sure people don't dump into everything. Those who bump into everything…well…I can't help you there. As for music it's because it's been around since forever. The rest are human senses, which help me learn more about the world (no duh).

-Lilly

Well it's past Thanksgiving, so no point in listing off some of the things I'm thankful for. I'm way too humble to get to the specifics because I'd sound like a self-centered person. I never liked doing that. I really hope that this Christmas is going to be good this year. For the next twenty-three days I'm going to be listening to music that are about how annoying the holiday is. I know it's mean but that's one of my ways of keeping things merry around here.

I've been working on making homemade presents for my friends in my old home. I've managed to write down all their addresses before moving away. Now if I knew some way of sending some of my gifts of to Jerkiko's pack I would, but I haven't any idea at all.

-Lilly

Things haven't been going well for my dad. He got fired, all because his boss thought that he was stealing money. Even with the cameras showing that it was that witch of a woman stealing the money, that beep still fired my dad. My dad's been busy looking for a job. Hopefully he'll find one soon. I was glad to hear that my grandparents offered a place for us to stay in case we're not able to pay the house bill. At least that's one thing to be thankful for.

-Lilly.

Well, things got worse before they got better. We're all packing our things. We're going to be moving in with my grandparents. My mom wasn't too thrilled when she found out what had been going on with my dad. At first she was going to bring this to court. Being me, I threaten that if she did that I was going to go to the dinosaur island and stay there forever. That dropped the issue quickly.

So we're back to the original place that I originally grew up at. At least it's a little warmer there. I slept most of the way. I wonder what it's going to be like living with my grandparents. I know one thing, I'm going to drop this gothic phase quickly because my grandparents would freak if they saw the way I was dressed.

-Lilly