Authors Notes: Yay, another chapter. Not as good as the first, but that's okay. I had a little bit of a writer's block.

Timeseeker: Thank you. I do realize that now, but oh well it is too late to change it. But also, look at it this way, I know someone who lives in NY and he said that he would be shocked if someone died in his neighborhood. Oh and also there is way more murder in LA than NY.

Whats their name: Yay! Ten points for me! ^-^

Gothic Valley Girl: Thanks ~_^ I try to make it funny.

Kikimachi: Aw! Thanks! You are so nice. Um, I am 15, you?

Erin: Ah! I love you! SO MUCH! Thank you thank you thank you! You made my whole entire day! Eeee! ^_^

::Gives up on her indents::

Disclaimer: …….

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Wednesday, after school

Are YOU safe?

The serial killer strikes again,

This time the innocent victim

was Mandy Johnson. A fifteen

year old girl, that attended

Albert Einstein High School.

The child of Mr. and Mrs. Johnson.

Please, keep your children in

eye sight at all time. The FBI

are currently trying to find

the person that has committed

these crimes.

If you know something about

these killings please contact us

at:

1765 March Ave.

New York City, New York

43716

Thank you. Carol Whitten.

It's unfair.

Totally UNFAIR!

Everyone else's parents would have kept their children under THEIR protection and care. Everyone else's parents wouldn't have overreacted and totally freaked out.

But then again, who has a painter, an algebra teacher, and a Prince for parents? How many people can say that? Well it's not very exciting, let me tell you!

I mean, my dad is so lame it's unbelievable! Seriously, WHO would think just because someone was murdered at my school, that I was next? I mean, the initial shock has past, because I thought about it: It was a impersonal killing. WHO SAID I WAS NEXT?

Nobody.

But no, my dad fears for my life.

I so totally think he is on crack. I am not kidding you.

After I was done with my homework, I went into the kitchen for a reward drink. It was a reward drink because it was the first time I did my math without needing Mr. G to help me.

Anyway, so I went into the kitchen, and I heard my mom talking on the phone with dad. It was really weird, because usually dad talks to me first, before he talks to mom. But, I didn't think too much about it. I got my coke and sat down next to Mr. G on the couch.

A couple minutes later mom comes out with a serious look on her face. It was almost as if she was disgusted over something- or just terribly worried. I asked her what was the matter. She told me that we needed to have a talk.

Now, this is where I started to get scared. Last time she looked like that, it was when dad had called, wanting to tell me I was a Princess. Or, maybe fat Louie had eaten a sock again (which is definitely more scary than becoming a Princess. Well, spending 1,000 dollars, rather than GETTING 100 dollars is a big deal to me, okay?)

Here's basically what she told me (Near the end I got too mad to really hear what she was telling me): Dad had called Grandmere and told her to come back from Germany because I needed someone to stay with me and keep me safe.

HELLO?! STAY WITH US?!

THANKS A LOT CAROL WHITTEN!!!!!

This is not good, not good at all. Why is my dad doing this to me!?

I tried explaining to mom that I have Lars to protect me from harm and evil, and psycho killers, but she wouldn't listen. She told me that she agrees with dad (her first time ever agreeing with him has to be now?!!?!?) because she can't protect me night and day.

Right. She'll do a lot better than Grandmere! I told her that, and she said that I am not safe, no matter how safe I may think I am.

Then why, I asked her, are you making Grandmere come here!? She just got that Mia-do-as-I-say look.

So, now, I am stuck with Grandmere until the killer is found.

They are all on crack, I swear.

Thursday, Homeroom

No one ELSE'S parents are making THEIR grandmothers come and "protect" them!!!!!!!!!!!

Lilly says it's because everyone else (all the people at out school) aren't part of the Royal family of Genovia, which makes sense. She also said that everyone else doesn't have a Grandmother like me- an old lady that would kick butt if a murderer ever threatened her family.

But I said, Grandmere wouldn't care if someone tried to kill me, just as long as I acted like a Princess while it was happening.

Tina Hakim Baba says it's very romantic that I need protection. ROMANTIC? How is that ROMANTIC? It sucks it what it is.

I asked her why it was romantic and she said that if worst comes to worst I might need another bodyguard- another CUTE bodyguard.

Hmm…Point taken.

Boris told me that I should lighten up, it's only my grandmother.

I told him that he should not tuck in his sweaters.

Thursday, G&T

Okay, I don't know who Sontanna Sugarbaker thinks she is, but she is OBVIOUSLY not the girl for Michael.

I am sitting here next to Michael, watching him write a letter to Sontanna. He looks so happy it makes me sick. I CAN'T TELL HIM. I can't tell him that Sontanna is just a phony no body!

I can not believe what she did to me, TO MICHAEL.

I was standing by my locker, with Kenny (He was leaning against the locker next to mine, giving me love looks.) When all the sudden I hear Lana laughing her high-pitch, sugarcoated, fake laugh. I shuddered from the inhumanity of it and turned to look (AGAINST MY OWN WILL.)

And there was Sontanna! RIGHT next to Lana, laughing WITH her! My eyes opened about ten times normal. What was Sontanna doing with Lana!? I knew it, I knew it!!!!! Lana clone! LANA WANNA-BE!!!!

They walked past me and Sontanna wiggled her fingers at me, smiling her wretched fake smile. "Hey, Fur-EAK!"

Lana burst out into another fit of laughter, and they continued down the hall.

I still can NOT believe she did that! THEN, like, ten minutes later I see her walking back down the hall to Michael's locker. Michael was with her, his arm around her shoulders. She smiled and waved at me.

"Hey Mia, how are you?"

I was in too much shock to respond.

Michael waved.

CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!? One minute she's Miss. Lana Clone snob, treating me like dirt, like…like a FREAK! And THEN she is all nice and Miss SWEET CHEEKS? No, I don't think so!

ERRRRR!! I am so mad. I am debating whether or not to tell Lilly. It will just get her more mad. Then maybe, she'll protest against people who treat freaks differently. Hey, it could be nice.

Oh well, got to go. It's my turn to let Boris Pelkowski out of the closet.

More Thursday, Algebra

OH MY GOD!!! DYLAN MCCARTHY JUST WALKED IN THE ROOM!!

Why is he here?!?! WHAT??! He was transferred into my Algebra class?! Why!? WHY?!!? I can't think, I can't BREATHE.

AHHHHH!!

What? What's going on? The FBI is here?! They just walked into the class too! Maybe they want to know about Many Johnson. Got to go. More later.

AHHH!! DYLAN MCCARTHY!!

Authors Notes: Hehehehe.

Kathleen the Great: Hehehe, you are right not to like Sontanna.