Authors notes: Short, I know. But, there's only one more to go, which sums everything up, and I just wanted to end it here to make you guys guess it. So, GUESS. Or no last chapter! Hehe ;) Geez, it's so short. And, it really has nothing to do with anything, but like I said, I want you to guess. So, once I post this, I am going to finish it up. But! Oh, I am so excited! Yay! The third book came out yesterday! (March 26th), which, just HAPPENS to be my birthday! Hehe! ;) I was excited about that. But also because I just started reading "The Mediator," by Jenny Carroll, and I JUST found out that it's Meg Cabot under a different name! Oh, you won't even believe how excited I was! ;)

Disclaimer: ::Sigh:: I don't own the Princess Diaries. Okay? I think we all know that.

Note: Oh! Will you guys do me a favor and not write short reviews like "Continue!" Or "Keep going." I mean, it's not that I don't love each and every one of you, but I want to know what you guys thought! Or, how I should change it! Not just that I should go on. Please? Do that for me? I slave all day to get you a chapter (okay, so it took me fifteen minutes. Lol) and all I get is a "continue"? ;( Aw! COME ON! ;) Please? Thanks!

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Wednesday,

Well, it's official. I am going to die. I mean, look at the signs. Josh dies, then I find out its Michael. Could it be anymore obvious? I think not. So, I guess all I have to do is sit and wait it out, right?

As if.

I will not let Michael do this!! I won't!! I won't!! I can't, I really can't.

And plus, he's just going plumb crazy. Today, he kept following me! I am so not even kidding, every time I turned around, there he was! He kept shifting and looking around, his eyes narrowed. For the life of me, I can't guess what he is looking for.

But, of course, then Sontanna came and took him away. He just went up to him and grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall. Slut. I hope he kills her. Oh! No, I don't, but it's just…ER!! I am so confused.

And Lilly! She was basically HOLDING MY HAND the WHOLE day!! What is up with this?! It's like, they are all against me, I swear. Or protecting me. Was she protecting me? Does she know?

I wish I could tell Lilly, but I'm not sure if she knows, and if she DOESN'T she will never believe me, then, like, hate me forever! It's just a big cycle that I don't want to get into at this moment.

She's too busy anyway. Right now, she is in her room, calling people to arrange a walkout. I am not even joking. Today, one of the hall monitors yelled at her for talking too loud. In the hall. The hall. Like, the one time the people of our school get to talk, and we get yelled at? Well, lets just say that I was peeved about it as well. I so totally back her up.

Look at me. Here I am, with all these people dying around me, and I am talking about Lilly's walkout. I guess I'm in shock. Yeah, that's it. I'm not scared even though I should be. I should be scared that my best friend's brother, who I happen to be in love with, is a killer. But, I'm not. Okay, that's a lie. I'm not scared of him, but I am scared for him. I wish he wouldn't do things like that. I just wish.

More Wednesday,

Oh God.

It's happening again. Why? Why is this happening to me? What did I do?

I got more mail- that's right, more KILLER mail.

I'm kind of reminded of "The Raven," by Edgar Allen Poe? "Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary." I have no idea why. I guess it's because I feel like I have been stalked. Stalked. Yes, can you believe it? I think he's stalking me. Who? Well. Let me explain.

The mail I got, well this is what it said:

"It's about you, Mia. It's always about you. Can't you see that? It's for you."

Which let me tell you. FREAKED ME OUT. I mean, what?! It's about ME? Oh yes, I told him to kill all those people. I want him to do it for me. Oh, yeah, uh huh, you know me, Killer Mia Lady. AS IF.

But that's not all. There was a picture. And just incase I wasn't already totally freaked out, it was ME. It was me when I was little. It was when I was ten and I was at Lilly's house (Michael had taken the picture.) Only, that was when Lilly actually acted like a kid, and she had done my hair. In knots.

She had done my hair in knots.

There was only one copy of this picture, and I know who has it.

I know who the killer is.