Wow, this is my second chapter in.2 days! Yes!

PsYcHoJo- I LOVE you! You're right, they are both kinds, and I was sorta thinking of that too. Great minds think alike!

AR- Yeah, I guess she is. Although not everybody copes with things the same way. Give your

Fizza65- That BETTER be a compliment! I should sure hope it'd be better than you would expect. I think.

OK. On with the story, even though I should probably be working on my book report!

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Ellie-

Remember how we used to go to The Dot? We'd get these never-ending Mountain Dews and expensive desserts, and just sit there and talk for hours. I went to the Dot again today on my own, and sat in our booth. I just sat there and thought about you. After a while I called Ash and got her to come down, we sat there and talked about you.

The Triple-fudge brownie sundae. How I remember it. We used to look at that picture and talk about how much we wanted it. Remember when we made that pact? The very last time we came here, we would get one, each.

You got one, last time you were here. I asked you if you remembered. You shrugged it off and said that it was a stupid pact anyway. I asked you what was wrong.

You said it was just your mom, that you were just a bit stressed out. I asked you why you were getting one, and you told me you wouldn't die. But you did.

I should have realized.

Remember when we went shopping together? We were both so innocent, it seemed. We got bubble gum ice cream. I can remember that day like it was yesterday. After that we went to my house and you painted your nails. We listened to music and talked. Everything was out in the open. It was like I could tell you anything.

In a way, I sort of wish I had never met Dylan. You and I stopped going to The Dot, we stopped going to the mall. We met at the park one day. Remember that? It was after one of your tough days at school, and you said your meeting didn't make it better. I pushed you on the swings and then you went home, and told me that I had made your day.

Miss Suave and the grief counselors are checking our wrists daily to make sure none of us are heading the wrong way. What worries me, though, is that wrists, of course, are not the only places to cut. I'm almost sure everybody will be OK, because we all know how you did.

I remember you, to haunting for me to explain.

I'm running off the page, and running out of time. I'm only writing on the margin, only to say I miss you, I miss you, I miss you..

Love,

Marco

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Ok, this isn't exactly what I planned to do for chapter 5 but. keep reviewing! Tell me if this chapter sucked, if you want to read more like this, whatever! There will definitely be another entry from Paige soon. This is getting harder to write, and school is sort of sucking right now. But I can almost guarantee another chapter, if not tomorrow, then the next day.

On a brighter side, I got 7 reviews for chapter 4. Seven! That's a lot! Keep it up.

This story will probably be between 10 and 15 chapters. After that I'll post Ellie's journal.

Until next chapter (which WILL follow my plan- I promise.) ,

Rhian