Chapter 3

A False Alarm

Disclaimer:

Fred went on strike so I'm doing the disclaimer

Fred: STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!

SHUT UP FRED! I do not own any of the characters in this story except Fred. I also do NOT care if anyone uses a storyline similar to mine. Just as long as it's not completely identical.

Last Time…

"Caitlyn dragged me to a frickin Shane Grey concert!"

"What's so bad about that?"

"She got backstage passes!! And she got him to sign a poster for me!"

"So…"

"She told him my last name!! And he recognized me!!"

"Now that is bad…" my mom said.

"AND SHE TOLD HIM TO COME OVER HERE SOME TIME BEFORE HE LEAVES!!"

"Now that's really bad…" she said.

I nodded, "Ya think."

Just then the doorbell rang…

In the present chapter…

My mom walked over to the door and was about to open it.

"MOM NO!!" I shouted, "That might be him!"

"Don't worry sweetie." My mom reassured me and opened the door.

"Delivery. That'll be 22.50." the boy at the door said. I recognized him. It was my friend Nate. He was Caitlyn's boyfriend.

"Hey Nate." I said, "Since when are you a pizza delivery man?" I asked.

"Since my parents told me to get a job or they'll kick me out." he said dully.

My mom took the pizzas from him and he thrust out his hand signaling her to pay. She rolled her eyes an took out her wallet. She handed him 22.50

"I also accept tips." Nate said, his hand still outstretched.

She rolled her eyes. "Here's your tip. People don't like bitter pizza men. Now leave." she said, pushing him out the door. My mom really didn't like Nate. She always said he was bitter and that he always brought down the mood.

"Why are you friends with him anyways?" she asked.

"Because he's cool. And he's Caitlyn's boyfriend."

"Just because he's cool doesn't mean you have to be his friend."

"Mom, we've been best friends for practically ever."

"So."

"MOM!" I shouted

She sighed.

"It's late. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I said and walked up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I opened the door and plopped down on my bed with a sigh. I grabbed my diary from my bedside table and flipped to the first bland page. I began to write,

8/8/08

Dear Diary,

I HATE CAITLYN! I HATE CAITLYN! I HATE CAITLYN!! But even more I HATE SHANE GREY!! Ugh! Today, my 16th birthday, Caitlyn had the great idea of tricking me into going to a friggen Shane Grey concert!! (Pardon my French) BUT I HATE HIM SO DAM MUCH!! She dragged me backstage with her and got him to sign a poster for me!! AND SHE TOLD HIM MY LAST NAME... THEN HE RECOGNIZED ME!! I ran away as fast as I could, but then she told Shane to come to my house later!! I WANNA DIE!! Or better yet... I'd rather have Shane Grey Die so then, I can't ever see him again! Brilliant!! But wait... I don't wanna go to jail for murder... Darn... UGH! JUST KILL ME NOW DIARY!! You know what... I've been trying to keep him out of my life for 10 years... And it's worked pretty well. But now, he just decides he's gonna just waltz back into my life. But you know what! Michelle Angela Torres does NOT roll like that. I don't even care if I never see him again. Mom's yelling at me to get to sleep now. Night.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Mitchie

"MITCHIE! GO TO BED!!" I heard my mom shout.

"Fine mom!" I retorted and lay the diary back on the table. Then I lay my head on the pillow, and fell asleep.

Sorry for the incredibly short chapter! I've been swamped lately cause of school. I'll try to upload atleast one more chapter in the next couple days!

XOXOXOXOXO

Amy