I'm back! Sorry I updated a bit late. I was too tired to finish on Friday and I had stuff to do on Saturday, so here I am today! When I should be studying...pray for me...

So I figured out I have a humongous procrastinaton problem. It's seriously a lot bigger than I thought it was. As I think of how to fix it, here are your review replies.

Review Replies:

IzzyQuagmire0907- Haha, I'm in the part of the world where it was 4:30 in the morning where I uploaded. Where are you that the time was so early? xD Did yyou tell her? How did she take it? :)

book lover- I think I just ruined the love triangle idea. Dx So it won't happen as soon as I would like it, but I have another idea that will-I JUST HAD AN EPIPHANY! Oh, yeah. There is going to be a love triangle. It's official now. I'm not really sure how to plug Quiglet in with some of my ideas that I have, so during the chapters I'll try to out a little bit in. But the little bit won't be too much since the story doesn't focus on them too much. However since you gave the idea of a love triangle, I'll do my best to stick in as much as possible...starting next chapter because the amount in this chapter is just sad...Anywho, I'm glad you liked it! :)

LunaBaudelaire- xD That sounds like a good idea! I'll send her to your mom! Haha, yeah I do too, it was seriously over used. Really? I'm close to Orlando (state wise) I hope it comes here! That's so cool Persephone is your real name. Tell them to chill out or don't respond to it. That might help. It really sucks their annoying you like that. :/ Isadora has a 'crying during movies' issue that will be discussed in a later chapter. ;) Good, because I don't want you to die because of a Marie-like mistake. :)

CaffeinatedKitty- Get it! It's beautiful! :D Haha, that sounds it can get kind of frustrating! When I'm listening to a song, I'll just push random letters. :) Oh that's so cool! I wish I could have one on my phone, but my phone can't hold too much music and I have other songs I need on there that I can't put on my ipod because my iTunes. :p I used to do that too, except I'd listen to the whole album. It's a wonderful lullaby, isn't it? Seriously the best way too fall asleep. The same for Maybe I'm Dreaming. :) Hm, well that's odd. I'd probably sacrifice Owl City at night for dreaming...sometimes. Besides, I can always come back to him. :) I think it's a cool muse. Post it! Daydreams are so fun! xD Now to reply to the actual review: xD I didn't mean to name her after your OC I swear! Well if they did that, then the wouldn't be able to make fun of them! :D Yeah, Marie is a prep. That's what I was aiming for. Yeah, I've noticed that. If you;re a prep, just admit it. Not all preps are bad, it's okay to be one. :) Haha, yeah Duncan and Quigley need help. Their parents just don't understand. :)

Aphroditegirl700- xD Someone was a little hyper, weren't we Aphroditegirl? WHAT? I seriously said that and gasped when I read that she said that. How dare she insult such a wonderful book series? She knows nothing about perfection! Oh my gosh, tell your Chemistry teacher iI said she is officially amazing! :DD OH MY GOSH MARRY HIM. HE'S AMAZING TOO. Aww, I want to blow up stuff with my crush. That's so romantic. X) Sank you, I'm so happy you think so! :D Haha, that's true. Candy is very helpful in many situations. Brownies are too. :) And that wedding chapter is coming, but it'll take a while. Yeah, Taylor and Adam would've been so cute together! Did you know that Taylor and Harry broke up? We'll be hearing a new Taylor Swift song, soon. ;) Thank you thank you thank you for the wonderful compliment! :)

nuttierthansquirelpoop- Really? That must suck. I would be so annoyed if my school was like Marie. That is a brilliant acronym for the backwards spelling of YOLO. :) Hmm, maybe she should say 'swag' just to be weird...It's kind of a fail because I didn' want to turn into a major Kladora story. :p But I'm really really really happy you like the story anyways. No I haven't read it yet, but I plan to. :) Thank you, once again! :)

Dancingchocolatesmudge- Eww, I hope school goes well for you! Yeah, a lot fanfictioners have problems, including me. :p You're right, I guess I knew...subconciously. :)

KlausBaudelaireTheBookworm- xD Take some sleeping pills! Make the social-fanfic-twitter-pop music-bug to come out in the daytime! :) Oh wait, that's why xD Everything's much more fun when your parents don't know, continue then. xD Eww, Roman numerals should stay with the Romans, not come and confuse poor students. Eww, tell them to stop being such a Marie. :) I'm glad you liked the chapter! :)

Pottergirl1- Really? You think so? :D Oh, I gotcha! Wedding themes. ;) I totally forgot about the one-shot but now that I remember, I'm going to start it at school tomorrow for you! I'm excited about it! :D You watch Austin and Ally, too? I am unhealthily obsessed with that show! Auslly is, like, OTP! :D Thanks again! :)

CrazyGirl75690- Oh my gosh! Why did you stay up so late? How do you play bench? I'm the same way, honestly. I'm way too awake at night. We're owls! :D Yeah, YOLO irks me too. :/ That's why I put it in. Aww, that sucks! It's your laptop, push him off. :) Slow notebooks suck, I know what's like to have one. :p What's HoN? Thank you so much! :) Oh my gosh! A fairy! xD

FreezingSapphire- Yeah. He says he's obsessed but he's really not, he just likes watching the movies and he only watches them when I do, which hasn't been very often. He's nine years old. Thanks for understanding and I'm glad you liked the chapter! :)

Smoreo1235- Hahaha, I completely agree! YOLO is annoying. Living like Larry? Who's Larry? No I haven't been to a Jesus Camp, but you've intrigued. I'm a Christian and I live in Alabama or Tennessee or Atlanta! :D (I can't tell you which one in a chapter because the internet is serious business.) I want to go! My parents would never let me go to Rome by myself. Plus it would cost a lot and money is already tight and it's only only going to get titgher with my sister graduating next year. :/ Get an account so we can pm about it. I really want to try Jesus camp! It sounds like SO MUCH FUN! Espicially how you got married, that's amazing. ;) U r 2 good 2 be 4 gotten too! I'm guessing that was the place's motto or something? Really nice. :)

Zoe Snow- It's okay, I get really girly about Kladora, too! I get really girly about everything...Thanks, I'm glad you liked it! :)

Nutellaa- xD I think you're right. Nutella could seriously help them all! I approve your recommendation for all of them! :D

Solly- Haha, yes, the smart people are the ones to love! :D Thanks so much for reading my story! It feels amazing everytime I get a new reader, so thank you so much! :D

So apparently a lot of you hate YOLO. Here's a nice alternative:

So true right?

You guys rock! :DD I love you all! Did you know my mom wants me to stop writing this story? I thought she'd be proud I'm finishing what I started, no matter how long it takes. Oh, well. :p And my friend wanted me to try out another fanfiction website because she said it's better than fanfiction and she thinks I'd like it better. Now just because she said that I refuse to try it because I love fanfiction! I'm such a stubborn person...

The Isadora Diaries:

Maybe:

Saturday, March 24th

Hai, Laptop.

Yes, I know that's not how you spell 'Hi', but I like changing things around a bit, sometimes.

Anyways...

At the end of my last entry, I said I'd be back with more complaints about my unrelated relatives, and I am!

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

I woke up way too early for any thirteen year old to handle-espicially if that thirteen year old is me. It was eleven o' clock in the morning. If that's not early, then I don't know what is. But the strangest thing is that I was wide awake. Who is wide awake at eleven in the morning?! To make things worse, I was starving! My stomach was making these ridiculous monster growls as I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The only things that were keeping me from venturing down to the kitchen to stuff my face with brownies that we probably didn't even have anymore were my relatives.

Right before I went to bed, and right after I finished my diary entry, my Aunt Josie came in my room to tell me goodnight. While she was visiting my little world of technology, Disney, and Percy Jackson books, she decided it would be fun to nag about every little thing that was even remotely visible. See, I'm actually a very clean person. Sure, my room gets a little disorganized during the school week out of procrastination and pure laziness, but I always manage to put up a few things to make my room more appealing to my mother (who, coincidently, only sees my room when it's messy). Even though putting away my belongings isn't that much of a problem, I still have a specific issue that I cannot get rid of no matter how hard I try. And this fear is quite irrational, so I guess I'm like Aunt Josie when it comes to this.

Are you ready?

I can't stand electrical cords. I hate them. With a passion.

Wait for it, the irrational-ness is coming.

I'm scared that if I roll up unplugged cords that I just unplugged from the wall, it will heat itself up and start an electrical fire. And I came to this conclusion from my beginner's fear of wrapping the cord around my flat-iron after just turning it off. I thought the heat the flat-iron hadn't gotten rid of yet would heat the cord and start a fire. Because of my odd fear, I feel the need to just stretch out the cord on the floor after I just used it. And I can't let the seperate cords touch each other or else they'll magically spark a flame and burn my house down. So basically when you walk in my room, there is a good chance that you will step on the plug-in part of an electrical cord and cry out in pain and you will need to be taken to the Emergency Room to have it surgically removed from your foot.

I should really get over this fear.

But, like all irrational fears, mine has a rational fear behind it.

I am afraid of fire. I just am. It's so beautiful and powerful that I'm afraid it's going to hurt me, especially if it's out of control.

I blame the ASOUE series.

Thanks, Mr. Snicket.

So I will soon be seeing him about that little problem.

Don't you love how I drifted from the subject of my Aunt's nagging to my irrational fears?

Let's get back to the first subject.

When Aunt Josie came into my room, her eyes went wide.

"What are all these cords doing on your floor, Isadora? Your carpet is flammable you know! And why are your shoes sitting in the middle of the room? They're not even a correct pair! Is that dirt on one of them? The dirt could infect the air! What about those books? They could fall off the shelves and give you a concussion! Do you ever make your bed, Isadora? Your stuffed animals are at the wrong end of your bed and your blankets are all crinkled and messed up! What is this? Is this dust? How can you even breathe in this room? This dust could clog up your windpipe and kill you! What are your clothes doing on your bed? You have a closet don't you? Use it, and don't forget to put them on some hangers."

My reaction?

SHUT. UP.

Then crap got personal.

She said, "What are these folded noted doing on your dresser?" In reality, there was only one folded note, but Aunt Josie is old; I don't think she understands what she's saying half of the time.

Aunt Josie unfolded the note and read, "'You're the apple to my pie.'"

Oh crap.

"'You're the straw to my berry.'"

Aw asdfghjkl;.

It was the note with the cute little word play lines that Klaus and I were passing each other a couple of weeks ago!

I ran up to her and snatched the note out of her hands.

That note was personal.

"What are you doing, Isadora? That was a very rude gesture."

I folded the note back up. What I wanted to say was it was rude on how she just barged in my room and started nagging like an old woman and started reading my personal notes. I didn't say that because my mother would have blown my teeth out had she found out I said something smart like that to any adult. So instead, I said, "It's just that...this is a personal note, Aunt Josie. I don't really want anyone reading it except for me and the person who was writing to me on it."

Aunt Josie paused, her eyes filled with confusion only for a second until they snapped to realization. "Is that supposed to be a letter to a boyfriend?"

"What? I-?"

"Isadora, you are far too young to get involved in relationships! You're only twelve, after all!"

"I'm thirteen," I corrected. "And I'll be fourteen in two months."

"No matter!" my aunt brushed off, "Although I'm not your mother and you may not listen to me, I think you're still too young for anything serious like a relationship."

Why was I having this conversation with my aunt that I wasn't even related to? This is going to sound really rude, but I honestly don't give a Shakespeare's eyebrow about her opinion on what I'm too young for. Besides, my mother (whose opinion is more important to me than Josie) completely disagrees with Aunt Josie. I mean, she bribed me to go out on a date, for goodness sake!

When I put it like that, it sounds like my mother really wanted me to get out of the house...

Anyways...

Instead of getting into a heated argument like I normally would've wanted to, I decided to take the higher road and act like I was agreeing with her so she would leave me to the peaceful solitude of my room. "I know I am. This note isn't from a boyfriend. My friend and I were just joking around in a note. It's nothing serious, honest."

Aunt Josie sighed. When she began speaking again, I was expecting a 'goodnight' and 'goodbye', but that is not what I got. "So were you passing notes in class? Isadora! School is for work! You're supposed to focus on your education, not notes written by friends in class. If you don't focus on your schoolwork, then your grades will drop. If your grades drop, then how do you expect to get into a decent college? If you don't go to college, then how are you going to get a job? If you don't get a job, then how do you expect to make money? If you don't make any money, then how do you expect to buy food? If you don't have any food, then how do you expcet to eat? If you don't eat, then how do you expect to live?"

I did a mental face palm.

If Aunt Josie should have had this conversation I've typed up with anybody, the conversation should have been done with her own daughter, not her niece that doesn't give a lizard's wing about what she's saying since everything that comes out of my aunt's mouth is totally weird!

I almost said that too, but then the image of my mother blowing my teeth out appeared, so I stopped myself. instead, I said the first lie that popped into my head. "No, Aunt Josie! The last time I had strep I couldn't talk and my throat was making me feel awful. So to cheer me up, my friend came over and we started passing silly notes."

Lying never felt so good.

You know that saying, 'The truth will set you free'? Sometimes, not often but sometimes, so can a little lie.

So take that nice little fact and run away with it.

That's basically why I wasn't looking forward to seeing my aunt this morning.

I wasn't excited to see Noah and Marie for the normal reason. Noah might cry into his food, making me want to cry out of pure annoyance, and Marie would just be chanting 'YOLO' as she scrolled through Facebook.

Lying in my warm bead and staring at the ceiling as I daydreamed about my life seemed like the perfect alternate to going downstairs. Unfortunately, I was seriously starving and my stomach refused to stop screaming about how hungry it was. After about fifteen minutes of rolling around in my bed, clutching my stomach as it sang about its hunger, Duncan came and knocked on my door. "Isadora, Mom said to come down and eat breakfast with the family."

I froze and didn't say anything, hoping Duncan would leave to tell my mother I was still sleeping.

That's not what happened, though.

"I know you're awake, Isadora. I heard you rolling around in your bed and I can hear your stomach screaming from here."

I groaned. "Duncan, I don't want to go downstairs and see those...people. I'd very much rather stay up here. Can't you just tell Mother that I'm still sleeping and maybe you could sneak up some food for me later?"

"I'll try Isadora," Duncan said in an unsure tone then I heard his footsteps leave the outside of my room and down the stairs.

I got to lie in bed for a few more minutes until Duncan returned. "Mom told me to wake you up so that you could eat breakfast with the family."

I groaned. "Tell her I'm too exhausted to eat!"

My stomach sang a little chord.

"Your stomach doesn't sound exhausted," Duncan argued.

"Please just tell her, Dunc!" I don't feel like getting out of bed today. I just want to be a sloth. A very slow and warm sloth."

I was still in the midst of my freezing room problem and I was determined to stay wrapped up underneath the blankets.

"Okay..." Duncan's voice trailed and he left again.

Not even a minute later, Duncan returned. "Um, Isadora, I think you should come downstairs."

"For the last time, Duncan, I refuse to go downstairs until the moon comes out and Josie and her kids are asleep and I can wander the house without having to be annoyed by them!"

"Uh, Isadora," Duncan began, "Klaus is at the door and Marie is trying to-er, entertain him."

I literally did a ninja jump out of bed. I threw open my door and practically yelled in my poor brother's face, "Are you serious?!"

A mischievous grin began to grow on Duncan. "I knew you liked him!"

I glared at him and said through gritted teeth, "If you tell anyone, and I mean anyone, I will tell Bea that you're in love with her and that almost every night you sleep with a picture of her and the teddy bear that she gave me last Valentine's Day."

That grin disappeared immediately. "You're secret's safe with me. But, seriously, Isadora. Marie is flirting with Klaus and the conversation is so nauseating that I just can't handle it! I literally almost threw up in Aunt Josie's hair...which I've been trying to do for the past two years and I came really close this time!"

I raised an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked. "Her hair is the perfect vomit carrier."

I cringed at the thought.

I put on a pair of Converse, quickly brushed my teeth, and slapped some deodorant on (I don't want to smell bad in front of Klaus! Embarrassing...) before I ran downstairs, still in my pajamas, to the front door.

I could hear the conversation before I even fully made it downstairs:

"OMG, Klaus, you are toats hilarious! You are so going on my Facebook status!"

"Great..."

"You know what would great on you, Klaus? A tattoo right on this muscle.."

I jumped in right there before Marie started start feeling up his arm.

"Hey, Klaus!" I exclaimed cheerfully.

"Good morning, Isadora!" he greeted happily before smirking, "Nice snowmen you got there."

I looked down at my snowman pajama pants (which are awesome, by the way) and laughed. "Thanks, I try to keep them looking presentable."

"VIOLET!" Quigley yelled from behind me and ran outside, I guess looking to greet Violet. Seeing she wasn't there, he walked backwards into the house while glaring at Klaus.

"What's up with him?" Klaus asked.

I shook my head. "He's just being Quigley. So what do you need?"

"To hang out with you."

I could feel a blush coming on. "You need to hang out with me?"

"Desperately," he smiled.

I gave him a weird look before he started laughing, making me laugh as well. Shoving him backwards, I yelled at him to shut up.

"But to answer your question," I looked behind me at Marie, who was angrily texting as she walked away, knocking a lamp over in the process. I leaned forward to whisper in Klaus's ear, "I don't know because my mom might want me to bring Marie along and she kind of annoys me."

"Aww..." his face fell.

"But then again," I said as another thought crossed through my head, "she'll probably be too busy scrolling through Facebook and posting 'YOLO' as much as she can to notice I've gone."

Klaus frowned. " You don't really like your cousin, do you?"

I sighed. "It's not that I don't like her, it's just that...she's immensley annoying."

Klaus nodded. "My cousin, Casey, gets on my nerves, too, but he's family."

I wanted to say that Marie and I weren't technically family since her mother was adopted into ours, but it didn't sound like the nicest thing to say...and he already knew.

"Give me five minutes to change, Klaus," I said since wasn't sure how to respond to his last comment.

"But I like your little snowmen!" Klaus fake a complaint.

"Well make a snowman while I'm gone and maybe you won't miss them as much," I replied before I stepped back into my house to get ready. I turned to him and asked, "Or do you want to come in?"

He shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'll wait out here."

I nodded and closed the door so no flying spiders would enter my house.

I have an irrational fear about that too.

I had just reached the top of the stairs when Marie walked past me to go downstairs. "I know you like him, Isadora. Too bad he doesn't feel the same way."

I glared at her. "I don't like him like that."

"Sure!" she called from the bottom.

I groaned. Why does everyone feel the need to nag me about Klaus? It's my life, guys. Pipe the peppers down.

I was able to get ready and eat a biscuit in the small matter of five minutes and pretty much sprint to the front door, pausing before opening it to touch up my hair. That's when I realized something.

I WAS PRIMPING.

Now I wasn't a whole bunch, this was only the minor stage. Unfortunately, the minor stage of primping is only the beginning. As I discovered this, I remembered I had purposely worn my favorite shirt (that I don't look too bad in if I do say so myself) and my favorite jeans.

Things were only going to get worse.

I mean, butterflies are enough but I sometimes find myself feeling nervous when I'm talking to him, and when I leave him I'm actually shaking.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to meet Klaus and the invisible butterflies outside. Closing the door behind me, I asked, "So what do you want to do?"

He shrugged. "Just walk."

We walked slowly to the sidewalk in comfortable silence that was gradually becoming awkward with every word not spoken. I tried to keep my mind off of stressing over what to say and what not to say by thinking about more important things: like trees.

Trees.

The best subject I could come up with was about trees.

"Isadora?" Klaus interrupted my thoughts. "Are you okay? You look upset."

I shrugged. "Just a little."

"Why?"

I sighed and quickly said something that had been bothering me but had nothing to do with what was stressing me at that moment. "It's just...Marie and how annoying she can be. She just makes me mad, you know?"

"Well have you tried talking to her?"

I gave him a look that said, "Really?"

"I mean actually talking to her and not just insulting each other," he continued. "Try giving her a chance. After all, she is family."

"We're technically not family," I grunted. I had already explained that to him the day before.

Klaus shrugged. "That doesn't matter. Marie is part of the family whether you want her to be or not. Just try to be nice to her. I know she's a little...different and she doesn't seem like the kind of person you would usually hang out with, but if you gave her a chance then maybe you'd learn she's not just who you think she is."

I took in what he said. It really made sense. If there are backgrounds to the reasons of irrational fears, then there just might be a reason to why Marie is the way she is that she isn't letting on. Maybe it's the same for other people that are similar to her. Maybe even Kaley and Haley have some depth to them.

I guess it wouldn't hurt to treat my unrelated relatives like relatives.

3, 231

That's the word count for the actual story.

I have that there for my own happiness...

Anyways, I hope you liked it! Tell me what you thought about it, please! :)

"You got the right to remain right here with; I'm on your tail in a hot pursuit. Love is a high speed chase racing down the street. Woo woo woo! I'm Coming After You!"

~ I'm Coming After You by Owl City

That's what I'm dancing to right now. X)

Bye everyone! Until the weekend! :D

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