Thanks for reading and reviewing chapter 3, the actual new summary is up. Did everybody watch I want Candy? Personally, I thought it had a crappy ending….but that's just what I think. I can't wait till "Our House", which is next. My sister's in that one, and I know a bunch about the show. (Where and why Sean's moving (oops), who he's moving in with) Fun. Anyway.

PsYcHoJo- Hah! Old bat- I was actually modeling her after the guidance counselor at my school, who, thankfully, I don't have to see because she very much scares me. With her suggesting she tell Marco, I guess she's just frustrated that Ellie's not talking to her. And plus, Marco and…a friend…have also been asking Sauve for tips on…well, you'll see. What with not knowing where to go, I was looking back, and with my estimation, in my story I have exactly 2 months for a whole load of stuff to fall down in Ellie's life. Ha, that's a lot of chapters, but not a lot of time. As for you, don't worry about following the show. I know I'm going to have at least 2 or three episodes that just aired happen before Valentine's Day. Don't push yourself to include episodes.

Jamie- Hah, it's you! Depending on how much I ramble on about everything in this chapter, you (this sounds so weird to say!) will be coming in probably next chapter. I know, I know that's what I said last time, but I need to ask you something. Would you mind if you had, like, an issue? I'm thinking of possibly making you one of Ellie's friends that she meets in Sauve's office- would that be ok?

And also a thanks to punk-anjewl and emma for reviewing. J

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Lovely. Just lovely. I'm about to admit to myself that I can trust Ms. Sauve, when she goes and does something completely uncalled for. Granted, she's probably done to everybody else that's come to her, but somehow it feels different to be on the receiving line of it.

Before I go on, I should explain to anybody who's ever going to read this that every time a really serious problem and goes to the guidance counselor for help, she posts it on our school website. Not in a totally obvious way, she doesn't name names or anything, but she puts it on the guidance page. Paige, Ashley, Hazel and I (well, at least, before I started going to the park at lunch) used to theorize about who the person was that had that problem. And now, with me on the website, it probably won't take too long for them to find. Oh, that and the fact that Paige, the gossip queen of the school, knows about me.

Enh, I'm not really really bothered, but what can I say? This isn't about the attention. This isn't about the counseling. This is about me, and what I'm doing. I hope nobody else tells Marco cause I would hate to see him hurt. Not that when I tell him if won't hurt him, but you know, it's different. It really, really is.

After I waited at the park for a while, I watched the kids in the primary school across from the park come out of school. It was nice, seeing them all come and laugh and play in the snow. It's sort of hard to believe people like Spinner and Marco and me and Ashley and everybody else was that young once.

I walked home and of course it was the usual, I'm not going to waste paper and time on something that's never going to change. I, being the perfect teenager I could be, tossed my english assignment in the paper recycle bin and turned on my computer. Ashley was on and was all, "How come you didn't come to class this afternoon?" I told her I had an appointment, and then said I had to go.

So I'm sitting in my room minding my own business when Paige, of all people Paige, calls me.

"Ellie, I know you didn't have an appointment this afternoon." Great. "Ellie, I know you're not OK." No shit, sherlock. It doesn't take a ton of analyzing to figure that out. "Great, Paige. Did we have any homework from MI lab today?" We didn't. After she lectured me on the benefits of getting help she decided she had to go. Like I cared.

It was a pretty normal night last night and then a pretty normal day today. Whatever you can actually call normal. Except for the slight fact that Sauve called me down to her office. It was during 2nd period, english, and Paige gave me this look. Like, an I'm-watching-you kid of look. We talked about stuff (I'm feeling lazy, plus it was nothing major, so I'm not gonna rewrite what we talked about). It was mostly about people, and my friends, and my family. I was thinking about telling her about Tory, but I couldn't bring myself to. She told me to come in tomorrow to meet some people. She'll call me down.

I stayed at school for the whole day. Marco shared his pizza with me, cause I forgot to bring money. He's such a sweetie. I love him to death and can't imagine telling him about the whole cutting thing.

So it was this afternoon when I saw the new website addition in the guidance department.

"A cut. A scab. A drip of blood. Some people look at these signs as an accident; others turn away and hope they heal soon. But could they be a sign of self injury?"

I am so dead, now everybody is going to know and Paige is going to be the winner of it all. I hate her.

Yours truly,

Ellie Nash