I just realized that I skipped chapter 4, but, meh, whatever. Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 6: Investigations and Shocking Surprises

Same day, my bedroom, noon

Yesterday's sadness has evolved to the next level: anger. I am pissed off. I am so mad, I could kill someone. And I am definitely not joking. I'm just thankful for you, dear diary; without you, I'd be in the local Tokyo jail for life imprisonment or something.

What's been on my mind all day long was who told the press about me and Tyson? Who squealed? Snitched, if you will. Someone obviously told the news reporters, the newspapers, and every media journalist in Japan, and I'm intent on finding out whom.

This is the reason why I called my little short friend, Kenny. He is a complete genius. Actually, without his computer/bit beast (don't ask me what bit beasts are, I'm just finding out myself), Dizzi, he wouldn't be much of anything (but don't tell him that). She is so smart, and she and Kenny are the backbone of the whole team. If nobody could find out who spilled the beans, no one could. He was so reliable; he had the trust of anyone who knows him.

I'm glad I have good friends like Kenny. He's always there to listen to me whenever I'm in a bitchy mood, which is essentially every day. And, even though wherever Kenny is, usually Tyson is there too, I still always come to him for help about technical stuff and…stuff.

Oh, there's the doorbell. I got to go. Later!

Same day, Tokyo Citizen, almost 7


I've always told myself that I was a patient person. Whenever people would say, "What's your best feature?" I would always respond, "My patience." It was one of the things that made me feel less sad and at least gave me a self esteem boost.

Now, as Tyson, Kenny and I sit in the waiting room, I realize it's all been a lie. I've been lying to myself for years, and not once has anyone told me that I was kidding myself all along. How mean is that? Like, all my self esteem is practically gone and I have no one to blame but myself. It's like…I've never known myself.

Wait, if I haven't known myself, then who did I think I was? Was I someone named Kitty? Maybe Kitty was a stripper! Or a movie star! Or a beyblader! Who am I now? Who the heck is Hilary Tatibana then? If I was Kitty all along, where did this Hilary person come from?

I bet Kitty is more fun than Hilary. Hilary is a straight, boring A student, engaged, and now totally unpopular. I bet Kitty was cute, fun, totally pretty, smart, and such a popular queen. Maybe I could be her! I could pretend to be her! And everybody would love me again!

"Hilary?" I hear Tyson call to me from beside Kenny. I'm sitting beside the wall, and Kenny, and Tyson is beside Kenny. I'm actually glad; that way he won't read my rambling thoughts. I wouldn't want him to fall for the cute, fun, totally pretty, smart popular Kitty.

"What?" I asked him a bit rudely. He would love Kitty, because no one likes Hilary. After all, Hilary isn't all the things Kitty is.

"What are you writing?" he asked, in that annoying tone of his. You know the one; the one he uses when he's really bored. I hate it when he uses it on me though. So, I don't reply.

Meanwhile, Kenny hasn't touched his laptop; he was fidgeting with his hands. That meant that he's uncomfortable about something, which I don't really understand, since he's the patient one. He looks…sort of lost.

"What's wrong, Kenny?" I asked Kenny curiously. His eyes widened as I asked that last question, and he looked even more lost than before. Now that I think about it, I think he's been avoiding me. He hasn't said two words to me today on his own free will, and even when I called him, he seemed really distant.

"Um….n-nothing's wrong. N-nothing a-at all." Stuttered Kenny, his annoying fidgeting still continuing. It was so annoying; I had to put my fingers over his, much to Tyson's obvious disapproval. Seriously, that guy is so transparent. Anyone can read that guy like a book. Subtlety isn't in his vocabulary.

"Kenny," I said sternly, watching his face pale slightly, "what is wrong with you lately? Have you been avoiding me?" Even Tyson has his eyes on us, curious to see what kind of excuse our little computer friend had, although I don't think there is an excuse for the cold shoulder.

Kenny sighed dejectedly, and I took that as a cue for him to tell us what's wrong. He opened his mouth to start to talk, until some tall, pretty lady (could probably be Kitty's mom; Kitty is so cool, her parents gave her up so that she could be a normal teenager) came to us and said, "You guys are still here? I told you hours ago that we can't give you our sources." Before she turned back into the door she came from.

"Now what?" asked Tyson, standing up from his seat. Kenny also stood up-without saying anything, I might add-and collected his laptop.

"Wait." I told them, once they were going to leave the building. "We can't leave yet!"

Tyson snorted at me. "Yeah, we can. Unlike you, we have practice." Kenny nodded in agreement. "Good luck with…whatever you're doing." Kenny said, before they both left the building.

Diary, discard that whole paragraph about Kenny being reliable. He totally isn't. I can't believe he ditched me! For Tyson, no less. I hate them. All of them; even Max and Ray and Kai for not coming, I will never talk to them. They think I can't do it! They think that I can't fight for myself!

Well, I'll show them. I'll find out who told the press about Tyson and me. Then they'll be sorry. And, I'll also show that Barbie receptionist. She'll see. THEY ALL WILL SEE!

Same day, my bedroom, 10:30 pm

I know who did it. I KNOW WHO TOLD THE PRESS AND MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL! But, unfortunately, I wish I didn't. Know, I mean. She betrayed me. I couldn't believe that she'd do it.

Let me start from the beginning. After Tyson and Kenny left and I rambled on in you about how I'd show them, the receptionist came out and told me that she had to go for dinner, and she wouldn't be back for a while, and her replacement wouldn't be coming for about twenty minutes. I didn't even know why she telling me this; I don't even know her. But, it did give me an idea.

After she left the building, I ran through that door, and found a desk that said AKUZUKI, MIKI, which I'm thinking is her name. I sat in her chair, and thought a while. What to do? How would I find out who had called in the media and told them about my engagement? Then, like the ace detective I am, I started to look through the caller ID, to see who had called yesterday between the times of maybe 1 am: noon, giving the media time to process the info.

As I looked through, I saw the name, Tatibana, Katsuro. Who would call from my house to the Tokyo Citizen? My dad and I hate this newspaper, because it has more gossip pages than news pages. Plus, the Tokyo Girls are totally ugly, says my dad. Although the guys are hot, even for me.

Then it hit me. Who in my family loves gossip, money, and boys? And although this was a hunch, I knew how exactly to find out.

But, now that I know who spilled the data, I feel sort of…disappointed. I mean, hello? THIS IS MY FAMILY! MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD! They sold me out for maybe a thousand dollars and free newspapers for a year! It just goes to show you how much people in my family actually love me.

Whatever. When I finally got home, I saw the whole family eating dinner; Sakura's famous mashed potatoes, meat loaf that actually tastes good, and Caesar salad. I was about to sit down and eat, when my real mission was reminded in my head, thanks to my special nerve called Anger, and help by Revenge. I love these nerves!

"Sora, how could you!" I cried, immediately when I stepped foot in the kitchen. She was calmly eating some salad, because she thinks that meat is nasty and potatoes are fattening.

"What did I do now?" she asked/sighed in a bored tone, with an equally bored expression. That's what I hate about her; she's always so calm and cool and collected, even when she isn't supposed to be.

I pointed a finger accusingly at her, and said dramatically, "It was you who told the media that I'm engaged to Tyson, am I right?" She gulped down some water, and glared at me with an expression that said, 'what are you going to do about it?'

"Yeah, I did, and I got loads of cash for it" she started, still glaring at me, "but daddy told me to."

This is where things get bad. At least on my side, anyway. I had this whole scene playing out in my head, since I found out it was Sora, about how she would cry and apologize and tell me that she'd give me all the money she got from the Tokyo Citizen, and she totally had to kill it, just like she always does.

I turned my attention from Sora to my dad. "Daddy, how could you?" I asked him using my soppy, crybaby voice on him. He always falls for that.

Except for now. "Well, honey, it is special news. Plus, I'm planning to have ETalk Daily be at your wedding." He said happily, stuffing himself with mashed potatoes.

Now, do you see what kind of father I have? He's inconsiderate, who thinks he's considerate, and totally oblivious to my pain. How could he think for one moment that giving the press a reason to follow an ordinary girl like me would be, in any way, helpful? And, how is being attached with Tyson "Always Hungry" Granger special news? Clearly, I'm the only sane one in the family, besides Eric and Sakura.

I have now retired to my room, where I am sulking and almost crying my eyes out. I haven't cried since my mom died, and look at me now. My face is practically red and my eyes are probably swelled up, which is not my most alluring look. I just wish that people understood me, like my mom did. She was the one who told me about my feelings for Ben (I've had a crush on him since I was a kid); she knew me that well.

I remember reading somewhere to look at the positive side of every bad situation. Let's make a list, shall we?

Being engaged to Tyson:

NEGATIVE: Hello? It's TYSON GRANGER we're talking about here. Need I say more?

POSITIVE: He's…famous? (Actually, that isn't that great, since I'm being stalked and hounded by paparazzi)

My friends hating me:

NEGATIVE: THEY HATE ME! I'M ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD, WOES ME!

POSITIVE: At least I have my health…

Kitty

NEGATIVE: She is way cooler than me.

POSITIVE: Um…basically, she is a figment of my imagination. So, she isn't cooler than me.

Sigh. That list didn't help, even the positive parts. My self esteem is practically way low. Tomorrow, my resolution is to be more positive about stuff. Even the bad.

Anyway, good night, diary. I hope your life is way better than mine. You're probably laughing at me right now, and I am totally glad that you can't talk.