AUTHORS NOTE:

Sorry I haven't updated. Just got the chance to get on the computer. Anyway, thank you to Emily for the tip.

I'm new to the writing thing. Gonna try my best in this chapter. And I made up a few things in here. So, don't be saying 'that's not true' . kk Enjoy!

Kara's POV

"OK. We'll be right back. You girls stay here. We'll be back in a little while" And told me and Maya. "Okay. See ya." I smiled as they walked out. "So, what do we do now?" Maya asked. I walked to the window and waited for the car to leave the street. "Okay. Come on. Let's snoop around a bit." I giggled "What? should we be doing this? what if we get busted?" Maya asked "Come on, Maya. Live a little. Besides, Andy said, it'd be awhile yet." I said, trying to convince her. She could be too good sometimes. "But—" I cut her off "Maya! Come on! We're in the house of Black Veil Brides! Take a risk for once! Please! I know you're dying to see what's in Jake's room" I knew that would taunt her. "Okay." She gave in. "Yay!" I cheered as we went upstairs and into Jake & Andy's room.

We snooped around looking for things. "I don't see anything" Maya sighed "Hold on," I started as I saw something. And it was labeled 'Andy's Journal' . "Oh, my gosh. Look around does Jake have one too?" I asked Maya "No.. But maybe something could be on his laptop." she suggested as she opened his laptop. "Damn. Password." She said, disappointed. "Move. Let me work my magic." I said, getting on the laptop. I tried typing in 'SttipAssyla' then clicked enter, "It worked!" I exclaimed "What did you type?" Maya asked "Alyssa Pitts backwards. His younger sister. He never really knew her." I explained "Oh. wow, you really are a BVB obsesser." She laughed "I have my moments. Wow. I didn't know guys write in journals. It's like a diary for guys. Just strange.." I said, as I opened Andy's Journal. I went the first page.

October 15, 2004,

It's my freshman year in high school. I thought it would be great. Even being me. Boy, I was wrong. People call me emo freak. I'm alone. My life is crumbling into pieces. I don't know who I am anymore. My parents were always fighting. They barely noticed I was there. My brother's gone. He left to Romania. I don't know how I can cope all this.

Oh, my god. I feel bad. Maybe I shouldn't be reading this.. But it's like when you pick up a book, it's getting bad, but also juicy. You cant put it down. I read more

February 22nd, 2004

Things were getting worse for me. Everybody looked down on me. It's like I was the only one. My parents got a divorce. My mom cheated on my dad. I live with my dad now. I chose not to live with my mother. How could she? I'm learning to take care of myself. Me and my dad barely talk. I guess things get worse before they get better, but it just keeps getting worse, when does the better come?

Oh, my gosh. Poor kid. Again. Continuing..

June 16, 2006

My life turned good. I formed a band. it was amazing. I moved out and in with them. We had the best times. I'm finally happy.

Cool. Things turned out