Author's Note: I'm back again! I'm really starting to have fun writing this story, so I hope you like reading it. Thanks to Erin, Ax, Squin, Ax, She's a Star, jess, starz, Ax, *Aubrey*, starz, Ax, and Squin for giving me reviews on chapters 3 and 4!!! I hope the rest of you will write me a review as soon as you're done reading this! Oh, and my songfic thing is getting there; I'm almost ready to post it. I'm starting a Harry Potter fic, too. Based on the book Sloppy Firsts, if anyone's read that.

*Now for the story*



~*Sunday, October 5*~

So glad I got to talk to Mia last night. You know, she and Michael are the only people I can scream at and not feel bad about it. The difference? I scream at Michael about his problems; I scream at Mia about mine. I'm so mad my parents won't pay for my show! Is it my fault I'm being stalked by Norman, scum of the City? No. Is it my fault the public access channels cost money? No, you can blame that on the economy. That's an easy one. Is it my fault that Michael's got them in a bad mood by stalking around the house complaining about his nonexistent recommendation letters? No. Is it my fault the State of New York botched their records and my dad has lost his license to practice psychiatric medicine until the straighten things out? Of course not.

Why can't they see this? They're the psychoanalysts in the family. They should realize that they're venting anger at outside sources at me, Lilly, the vulnerable little daughter. I'm only a freshman, and still legally dependent on them. That doesn't mean that they're morally dependent on me to keep their humours in order.

Okay. there's got to be something good going on in my life. let me think.

I've got it! The Cultural Diversity Dance is coming up at our school, right? Yeah, in a couple of weeks, to be exact. Okay, well, being the antisocial person I am, I have never, ever gone to a school dance in my life. Usually, I just stay home or go do something fun with Mia, Michael, and some of his computer geek friends. Well. this year, I've decided that I'm going to go. With Boris Pelkowski, violin genius of the G&T class at Albert Einstein High. And, being as liberated a woman as I am, I have no problem with asking him myself. No stress waiting for him to ask me! Yesss!