Hello again :) I'm trying to upload at least one chapter per day, usually before 11pm (GMT/UK time) but I do have a feeling that I'm going to be swamped by homework this coming week so please bear with me if I can't. In this chapter I'm trying to make as many corrections as I can, and I do apologize for writing "Batchelor" instead of "Bachelor" and that is all thanks to my English teacher – Miss Batchelor. Also, I've very slightly altered Mortimer's appearance in my game because I prefer him with a side fringe and with slightly more open eyes. I've changed his clothes to suit the story a bit more too (please don't shoot me) so he'll look as described on the cover when I eventually get round to making it. Enjoy Chapter Two!

I return home to find that nobody is here. I go upstairs to look out of the window, and they're already in the graveyard setting up. They're also talking to Simis and Jocasta, Bella's parents, who have arrived early to help set up. I decide that this would be a good time for a shower. I make my way to the bathroom and climb in, but I have to make sure that the window is shut so that nobody can here me. There is a very good reason for this - whenever I remove my shirt, I become the most confident, cocky even, person in the world. I all of a sudden think I'm the hottest guy in the world, start posing naked in the mirror and sing pop songs incredibly loudly. This personality is called Cole. He's pretty easy to control as long as I can get a shirt on quickly.

When Cole decides he has flexed in the mirror enough and finished showering, he goes into my room. One good thing about the Cole side of me is that he has an amazing sense of fashion, and that really comes in handy. He picks out my favourite pair of black skinny jeans and a belt, even though he is well aware that I don't understand the concept of a belt and still end up wearing my jeans as low as possible. He also decides on a white dress shirt, classy, a black skinny tie and a smart black blazer. Very black, Cole knows me well. Then he goes over to my shoe corner and sniggers.

"Is this really all you've got, dude?" He sighs, pointing to my pair of black converse, white high tops and scuffed boots. "The white things will do." And he dumps them on my bed. "My work here is done. Adios, amigo!" And then I snap back into being Mortimer. It was so strange; they never normally dismiss themselves, and I still wasn't wearing a shirt!

I wonder if this is a start of a new era...maybe my personalities are becoming more of a help than a hinderance? With that thought going around my mind, I get dressed. I smile at myself in the mirror. "Thanks Cole." I whisper.

"Mortimer!" I hear mum shout from downstairs. "Mortimer, get down here; the guests are arriving!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be down in a second. I spray on some aftershave and head downstairs. She was holding about six platters of hotdogs, cheese cubes, triangular sandwiches and other snack foods whilst trying to open the door.

"Hang on, I'll get the door." I say, holding it open for her.

"Good lad. Bella's just coming over now."

I freeze. Oh Lord. Bella, my best friend, she's here and there's no turning back. My personalities have been acting up all day and I don't want her to find out about any of them, not yet anyway.

"Breathe, Mortimer, breathe." I tell myself in my head. I have to calm myself down fast to stop myself from transforming again, but this time into Alice. This was the first female personality that began when I first got my condition. Whenever I'm nervous, intimidated or just plain scared, Alice comes out. If the situation gets too intense then she will just curl up in a corner and cry. Therefore, I will curl up in a corner and cry, and end up making myself look like an idiot. Alice did not go down well on my first day at secondary school, but that's a whole other story. "This is Bella, she's you're best friend. You've known her for years and you know that she would never judge you. Besides, if you stay positive then you know you can control them. Come on, stay strong, Morty!"

"What are you grinning about?" Laughs Bella as she spots me.

"You, you look…beautiful," I say, and then immediately regret it. Bella is supposed to be my best friend; you don't tell your best friend that she looks beautiful. Although, that red dress compliments her stunning figure so well, and her silky black hair looks perfect, as per usual, and…what am I even thinking? Bella is my friend, and nothing more.

"Thank you, Morty, you're looking rather dapper yourself this evening." She blushes, and then grins as she flicks a stray hair from my side fringe out of my eyes.

"Should we, um, head over to the graveyard now?" I ask, trying to change the subject.

"Sure. This is my first time at one of your dinner parties, is it like…a morbid event." She enquires, using a tactical way of saying 'are we going to be mourning your sister all evening?'

"No, no, it's quite upbeat, actually. We have music, food and it's kind of just like a catch up event with the neighbours, though it's all in memory of Lolita."

"Oh, that's sweet. I'm not over-dressed, am I?" She quickly asks.

"A gorgeous little lady like you could never have too many clothes on…I'd rather see them off, darling." I say, winking. 'Wait! That wasn't me; that was Cole! He's a ladies man. He must be attracted to Bella. But that make me attracted to Bella. No, it's Cole. But I am Cole! Argh!' I scream at myself in my head.

"Um, thank you…" She blushes, finding the situation just as awkward as I am. "Was that another one of your role play characters?" She asks, smiling suddenly.

"Uh, yeah, of course it was!" I latch onto the idea, practically sighing in relief. "Right, let's go." And I lead her through the gate and down the path to the graveyard. It was pretty poorly lit, which was unusual as we generally have lanterns hanging from the branches of the trees to illuminate the area.

"Ah, son, come over here!" Dad shouts. "All of the lanterns have burnt out, and we're going to have to light some candles. Here's a lighter, set to work, boy!" He throws his favourite black and silver speckled lighter to me. I light thirteen candles to make up for the thirteen lanterns that we usually have, then go back over to join Bella.

"Morty!" Caiden yells, running over to me. "What was up earlier, you were acting really weird."

"Oh, it was nothing, I'm just...you know, I'm just always a bit strange on these days, with all the memories of my sister and all."

"Oh, okay, well, you can come over again tomorrow if you're feeling better."

"Sure." I say through gritted teeth, hoping he doesn't have Fifa in mind again. Then he runs off because his mum doesn't like him being out of her sight.

"Okay, sorry about that, Bella. So how has your weekend been?" I enquire, trying to make small talk because I'm still feeling awkward about Cole's earlier outburst.

"You know, just the usual stuff. I've been up to my neck in science coursework, I've had maths revision for that upcoming exam, and sir sent an email yesterday saying that everyone in the class had to pair up for a media studies project. I'm not sure what it's on yet, but practically everyone's partnered up. I think I'm the last person left!"

"Really, I don't have a partner yet…" I hint

"Do you not? I thought you would have gone with Greg or Gillian or someone." It was nice of her to suggest pairing me with the dorkiest, most unpopular (even more so than me) and wimpy people in the whole class. It's not that I'm judging them; it's just that it would have been nice for her to suggest someone a bit higher up in the rankings. She is supposed to be my best friend, after all. "Well, how about we work together, then?

"Yeah, that would be cool." I shrugged, trying to act nonchalant; as if it didn't actually matter to me.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!" Yes, some incredibly high pitched dinging was coming from the bell that my mum was shaking, supposedly trying to gather everyone's attention.

"Food is now available to those who want it. We have a variation of soups, sandwiches, and biscuits as well as an open barbeque over by Gunther. Music will be played shortly and we can all have a lovely chat, but right now, let's not forget why we are gathered here today. My daughter, Lolita Goth, is that very reason. I won't go into great detail as I'm sure you've heard the story before, but let's all just have a round of applause for my deceased daughter, Lolita Goth." And we all break into the usual awkward 3 minutes of clapping where nobody knows quite when to stop.

"Mortimer!" Bella taps me on the arm urgently. "Mortimer, look over there!" She shouts, clutching onto my arm.

A few feet away, in amongst the trees and gravestones, the ghost of my sister is standing. She's bowing, taking in her applause. The graveyard falls silent, and most of the candles coincidentally burn out.