Mako's Message: ...sometimes a chapter just has to go out because it has to go out. This is one of those times.

Mindy's right, by the way, but she doesn't know the half of it.


Okay, seriously. I am a 13-year-old superhero. How the fuck did I end up with a desk covered in paperwork? It took me like, two minutes or something just to find my damn diary. Journal. Whatever.

Anyway, so Cameron came by today. Which was a surprise, but shouldn't have been once I thought about it. She didn't come in though, which wasn't surprising either because her brother was in the car and kept honking. It was one of the few times I've seen her snap. She usually so cool and collected that seeing her suddenly whirl around in mid-sentence and yell, "I'll be there in a minute John!" had me holding back laughter until she left.

So, she came by to tell me she was naming me Captain of the cheerleading team. I wasn't exactly thrilled to get the title, but I know how serious she is about this so when she said that, despite me only being on the team for one year, I was the only person she trusted to keep the team on track for a championship I couldn't say no.

And then she made me wish I'd said no.

She handed me a stack of papers and said, "These are the sign up sheets and member lists." Then she gave me another stack, "These are the medical forms for the team," Then another, "These are the routines. Most you'll recognize but there are some new ones I didn't finish. They'll be a good place to start." Then another, "These are the permission forms for there to BE a team next year." Another stack, "These are the permission forms the people to be ON the team. All the previous members will have to fill them out again so don't forget." Another stack, "These are the evaluation forms. You'll need at least five new members next year, even if you just pull up some people from the B team to fill the gaps left by the graduating Seniors. And any other gaps left by the people who quit when they find out you're Captain.

I said "Wait. What makes you think people will quit?" and she just looked at me with this smirk on her face for a minute and then I said, "Okay yeah, people are probably gonna quit."

Then she smiled at me, as I was weighed down by about five thousand pounds of paper, and said, "It was great working with you Mindy. Good luck." and ran back to the car and her brother peeled out almost before she had the door shut.

So, I took all that upstairs and started looking through it all, trying to figure out what I had to do with all of it and when I had to do it by.

Then Marcus comes in and drops this big ass box of files onto my desk. And says, "Maybe you and your friends will have better luck with this because I'm about ready to just say 'fuck it' and throw it all out."

So I'm sitting there looking back and forth from this big ass box to Marcus going, "What the hell?" Cause Marcus NEVER outright asks for help with any Police cases. Sure, he mentions things every once and awhile, like some place where they know something is going down but don't have any proof, or he might let us help him with something if I beg and promise to do extra chores or something.

So then he explains that just when they thought they had this all wrapped up, and were starting to dig up more murders and missing cases that could be tied to this guy who'd been cutting out people's hearts... they found him dead in his cell this morning. With his throat torn out, a smile on his face, and nothing on the cameras. And no one who was there that night says they saw anything.

Not sure what to make of that, but it looks like my summer just got a lot more interesting.