Authors Notes: Okay, here's the next chapter. I know, BORING. But something is coming up that I think is exciting…I don't know about you. Only two more chapters to go…I think. Should I just…quit?

Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine.

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Thursday, Algebra, Five minutes later

Okay, so, Dylan McCarthy is now in my Algebra class. That is just so totally cool!!! NOW I can actually start to enjoy Algebra. Now I can stare at his gorgeous face all day, instead of getting a headache listening to Mr. G go on and on (forever) about fractions and integers.

But, of course, then I won't know what the heck it going on in Math. Which would be bad, because then Mr. G would get very mad at me. Although, I have never seen him mad before, except when Paolo told on me and the press came to my school. Besides that, never. I wonder if his nostrils would get bigger than they already are. AH! Scary thought.

I wonder whether or not the baby (that my mom and Mr. G are having) is going to have big nostrils. That would be a scary thing. I mean the poor child's going to be torn between my mom's beauty and Mr. G's big nostrils. Not that Mr. G is ugly or anything, I mean, if he wasn't my Algebra teacher/Step dad, I guess I would think he was handsome.

ANYWAY, the main importance of the day is that Dylan McCarthy is in my ALGEBRA CLASS!!

Oh my God, he just looked at me! Why did he look at me? Does he like me?! Of course he doesn't like me. He was probably checking the time, counting away the minutes when he can leave this class. Which, if not for him, I would be too.

Or maybe he was looking at the F.B.I that is also sitting behind me. It's weird, but they are just looking through Mr. G's files. I wonder what they're looking for. Oh well, I'll ask Mr. G when he I get home from school.

Mr. G is going on and on and on and ON About something that I don't ever know about. Good thing he doesn't know I am not paying attention, I would be in some deep crap. Mom would give me the lecture of my lifetime, and so would Grandmere I bet.

Ugh, that reminds me, Grandmere is coming tonight. Gr! I don't want her to come! Why does she have to come? I mean, just going to see her after school is all right, I guess. I don't hate the woman! But having her STAY, at my HOUSE?! No, just…no. It's going to be a catastrophe!

He is so cute. He REALLY is. His broad shoulders and washboard stomach (Well I least I think he has one, I haven't actually seen it. I only met the man yesterday!), that dark brown hair and endless blue eyes… I think it's a sin to look that good!

He just looked at me again! How embarrassing! I was staring at HIM and he looked at ME (to check the time again.) He had grinned at me and winked. WINKED. Oh dear… this is not good. It is going weird things to my heart.

How very embarrassing!

Michael, Michael, Michael. Keep Michael in mind. Michael, Michael, Michael!

Even more Thursday, after school

GRANDMERE IS DRIVING ME NUTS!!!!!!!

She won't stop picking on me and telling me what to do for her. So far I have had to clean my room, clean the living room AND kitchen, and then, get this, clean HER room.

Hello? GRANDMERE?! Are your LEGS broken?!

No, I didn't think so.

I can't take much more of this CRAP. It is driving me CRAZY!!! Errrrr!!!

"Mia do this, Mia do that." Excuse me but UMMM how it this protecting me?!!?!? It's NOT!! Err!!! I am so mad it's unbelievable. Whenever I get my hands on my dad, he's a dead man. I don't care that he's the crown Prince of Genovia, or that he's my DAD. I don't. I really don't.

Okay, so maybe I care. BUT I am still going to do something really mean to him!!

And to top it all off, my mom doesn't even care. Of course she is really annoyed that Grandmere is here (She is walking around the house, grumbling about something that neither me or Mr. G can figure out. But then she runs to the bathroom and throws up. Her pregnancy is really wacked out. I mean, she is getting morning sickness in the morning, and in the afternoon, AND at night, basically ever minute.) But, besides that, she just lets Grandmere tell me what to do and how to act.

It is very, VERY irritating.

Now, EVIL GRANDMERE won't let me go to Michael's after school tomorrow! The one time I will be going over Lilly's house to be with MICHAEL and not LILLY (Well of course she will hang out with us) and GRANDMERE is NOT going to RUIN it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It doesn't matter. I am going anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Even MORE Thursday,

Killings AGAIN

Another murder has approached on

our sad town. Jamie O'Leary was the

poor victim. Daughter of Mr. and Mrs.

O'Leary.

They haven't found out why or who the

murderer is, but it's obvious that it

it is the same person. On all of the

victims arms were bruises, the marks

were the shape of fingers. And a lock of

hair was in knots.

If you have any clues or leads to the

Murderer please contact us at:

1765 March Ave.

New York City, New York

43716

Thank you. Carol Whitten.

This is getting freaky now! How many killings are going to happen? And when will it stop! I hope no one I know!

Authors Notes: Okay, yes THANK YOU A! I don't know how many times I am going to hear that JUST because Mia lives in NY that she wouldn't care or fear the killings. But, excuse, it doesn't matter WHERE you live to be shocked if someone from your SCHOOL was murdered. Okay? I mean seriously. If you think that, then you seriously need a whole new look on humanity.

Sorry guys, didn't mean to yell, but everyone kept saying that! And I took it into conciteration, but the whole PLOT is based on the killings! AND IT'S MY STORY!! But, thank you for the suggestion. ^-^

::Feels like a jerk:: Sorry guys… It's just, I felt like quitting. Is it stupid? Should I just stop while I'm ahead?