Authors Notes: Poor Joshie! Or…not. I don't like Josh anyway!

Okie! Gimme your thoughts and advice!

Suzane: Thank you, I know my story sucks. ^-^

Mary: **Cackle's evily** Can't tell you!

SilverSaro: Okay! OKAY! I won't stop! ;D

Thank you guys soooo soooo sooo much for the reviews! I did really want to stop, but I guess you guys don't want me to, right? RIGHT? Or were you just trying to be nice?! Hm?!!? ^-^ Oh well.

Special thanks you to Erin who told me all my mess-ups. Thanks girl! I went and fixed everything! Just for you. Hehehe.

Oh and people, the memorial service, was all Kimberly's idea! **Points to Kimberly and yells** All her idea! She's the genius! SHE'S runnin' the business here. Hehehe.

Okie. Read and Review I guess. ^-^

Disclaimer: **Yawn**

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Friday, English

OH. MY. GOD.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED!!! AHHHH!!

Okay, okay, OKAY!!!! So there I was, standing next to my locker with Shameeka (Lilly wasn't there, for some reason. I wonder, now, where she was), talking about… WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT? Oh, right, her boyfriend, Sammy.

Apparently she and Sammy have been going out for a long time, I mean looong time. Like, two years, or something. Which really makes me think, how can you possibly go out with someone for two years and still be able to goggle over boys at lunch? I mean, after two years you would know this person like the back of your hand. You'd know his favorite color, what he likes to eat, how he likes his coffee, how he treats his mom, all of it. In return, he would obviously know you as well also.

So how would you be able to do that? Stare at other guys like they are sex Gods. It makes me have lower respect for humanity.

I know if I had been with someone for so long, I wouldn't want to be treated like that. Does anyone?

Anyway. It turns out that Sammy cheated on her with some girl named Rebecca. Shameeka was walking down the hall and she saw him with his lips locked to another girl. It was quite a shock to her, ruined her whole day.

So, I was trying to comfort her (well, not really comfort her, because it seemed to me that she really didn't need comforting, well, just for her ego, of course.) and out of nowhere Dylan McCarthy walked up to us.

I just… stared. All these thoughts ran through my head. What did he want? Did he want to talk to me? Or Shameeka? Lots of guys wanted to talk to Shameeka.

He smiled at me (that slow breath-taking smile that makes your toes curl) and said, "Hey."

My books dropped from my arms and made a loud "bang!" as they hit the floor. I blinked. He just kept smiling, his smile more knowing and cocky now.

"So, how are you?" he asked me.

I opened my mouth to answer, but all words fled my mind.

Thankfully, Shameeka talked. "Hey, excuse me?" He ignored her, his eyes on me. "Hey," she said with frustration and waved her hand in front of his face. "We were talking to her about something important if you don't mind!"

He leaned closer to me, my eyes got wide as saucers. What was he doing? What did he think he was doing!? Was he going to kiss me?!

His face was getting closer to mine, and all thoughts left me. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it was a horrible feeling.

I looked into his eyes, and a name flickered across my mind. Mandy Johnson.

Then he kissed me.

My eyes closed.

He leaned even closer.

I was about to place my hands on his chest when I heard Shameeka whispering about something. What was she saying? Something about Kenny?

KENNY?!

"Mia! Kenny's coming!"

I pushed Dylan away from me and stood up straight.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

Kenny walked up to us, smiling. "Hey." His eyes flickered over Dylan, amused.

I smiled at him nervously. "Hey Kenny."

Dylan took one look at me, then said goodbye and walked away.

I felt like such a JERK! Great, I had basically cheated on Kenny. I mean, sure, I didn't really like him as a boyfriend, but I was still his girlfriend, and now I had cheated. My first and only boyfriend, and I had cheated. I am no better than Sammy.

The bell rang.

We headed down the hall.

I glanced behind me and saw Michael staring at me.

Friday, World Civ

I am so sad. We just out of a school memorial service for Mandy Johnson- the girl that was killed.

I didn't know her, and I feel terrible for that. Lilly told me she was one of the kids that all the popular people pick on and tease. That just makes me so mad that someone can actually tease someone on the way they look and dress. They're only popular because they do drugs and have sex. So, what's THEIR problem?

At the service kids (mostly Josh Richter and his group) were whispering and laughing, throwing things and making rude noises.

How can you be so rude? I mean, I was almost in tears thinking about the poor girl's family and how sad her life must have been.

Mrs. Gupta didn't tell us the details or anything but I learned later from Kenny that she was killed alone, at night. She was walking home from her study group, and the guy found her and killed her….

Her hair was in knots and her arms were bruised.

That's terrible. Just terrible.

Friday, after school

…

I just got a letter from someone in the mail.

Mia,

I know who you are and what you are doing. I will get you. Beware of knots.

Okay, I don't know about YOU, but I am so totally freaked out. I didn't show my mom or Grandmere because they would really overreact. Well I guess you can't really overreact to this. I mean, Oh my God, I am so scared. What do I do? You can't answer me, you're a diary! Just pages!

Should I tell someone!? Of course I should! But I can't bring myself to. They will be so scared for me. My mom will worry too much to work and my dad will want to go everywhere with me.

I am safe with Lars, right?

Oh God I am so scared. Please God, help me.

Five Minutes later,

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Josh Richter is dead.