Author's Note: Hi. I'm your author. Please review. They keep me going. Reviews, I mean. Also, It seems odd that my diet, when writing, consists of beef jerky and sour watermelon candies. Just an odd fact. My tongue feels odd too.

Also, I added some non-Titans characters, but I still think those villains are seriously cool.

Dear Diary,

Guess who's back? Back again?

Me. And Mandy. She came back. With friends. One is a redhead, named Pamela Isley. She's a botany major. The other is Harleen (Strange name) Quinzel. Don't ask me if I have the name right. She's a drama major.

Kori's hysterical.

See, it's not that she hates Mandy. It's that Mandy hates kori. With a burning passion. When she was 5 (Kori), Mandy dug a hole for a week in the summer, and then covered it with a mat, and asked Kori to go sleep on the comfy mat. Luckily, their mother found them. See? Mandy is completely unstable. She's insane. And she always comes back to ruin some bit of Kori's life. It's not coming from a biased source. Well, maybe a little. But I used to doubt, until Mandy came last year for summer break. Mandy then cornered me, and went on to say how unstable Kori had been all year, in the winter, when she had gone skiing with a friend, and had tried to maul her with a tree branch. I didn't believe her at all.

1) Kori would never do that

2) A tree branch. Get real.

3) I was the friend. Kori never told Mandy who it was.

But now Mandy's back anyways, and Kori's inconsolable. I better go do that now. Maybe Mandy's friends need to be told what's up Mandy's ass.

On second thought, they probably know.

See ya.

Dear Diary,

Well, that's incredibly odd. It's Winter break, and Mandy invited Kori to go skiing with her. And to bring her 4 best friends. That's enough for Gar, Vic, Dick, and I.

Coincidence? I think not. I seriously think she's got something up her sleeve, as well as her ass.

I think I'll warn Kori now.

Hold on.

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Weird.. I'm treating you like a person. I can't let Mr. Grayson's words get through me too well. Then I wouldn't be listening to myself. But this diary's fun to confide in anyways. You listen, and you don't tell.

Anyways, Kori says she knows. Lets have a little film writing practice.

The Bus:

Rachel: Kori, I think Mandy's got something up her sleeve.

Kori: No. Perhaps she means this as a peace offering.

Rachel: Maybe… (feigns enthusiasm) Or… she really wants to mess you up, and have your friends watching.

Kori: (Confidently) Perhaps my sister was unstable before, but I am sure mother and father have been able to pressure her into counselling.

Rachel: (curtly) Or not. You don't always have to see the best in people. Sometimes there isn't one.

Kori: Or maybe it's well hidden.

Rachel (acerbically): I can see this is a lost cause.

Kori (In a hard tone): Yes. Indeed. Do you wish to come to 'view my downfall'?

Rachel: Oh yeah. There isn't anything I'd rather do for the next week.

Kori: Fine.

Rachel: Fine.

Silence.

Fade out.

Great. I know I'm only fourteen, but honestly, I feel like I'm the only one who sees some of this. But at least Gar and Vic totally agreed with me:

On the phone with Vic:

Rachel: Could I speak to Vi--

Vic: Yeah?

Rachel: I think Mandy's gonna knock Kori flat on her ass. Just to be clear.

Vic: Yeah, no duh. What's she doing this time?

Rachel: We're all going to go skiing for the next week.

Vic: I like skiing. Think they still have that hot chocolate shop over in the--

Rachel: Yeah, I think Mandy's gonna knock her off a hill or something.

Vic: Well, that's not good. Wait, when you said we, did you mean me too?

Rachel: Yes. I thought you'd be bright enough to comprehend that.

Vic: Sure, go after the intelligence level…

Rachel: Great, it's all settled. Watch Mandy. I don't want her to try to kill her again. She tried to do that when Kori was 5, you know.

Vic: Fascinating. Look, there's a car out back that has my name on it.

Rachel: Could you drive me to Chapters?

Vic: It's broken.

Rachel: Sure…excuses, excuses…

Vic: Bye, now, Rachel.

Rachel: Bye.

So I continue to call Gar, because I have no life outside of my friends and my books. So This girl named Ji says. More about her later. But onto the call:

On the phone with Gar:

Gar: Yellow-t.

Rachel: Hey. It's me, look, you remember Mandy?

Gar: Yeah! Hot and cold one?

Rachel: (sharply) what?

Gar: You know, pretty, but mean? Hot and Cold? Get it?

Rachel: Yeah. It's not funny.

Gar: Okay. I'll get you one day.

Rachel: (a little flustered. I mean, how was I supposed to interpret THAT?) Sure. Anyways, Mandy, I think she's going to mess with Kori.

Gar: I'll get her. Get her good… Kori's so nice. And Mandy's her sister. How could anyone hate Kori? I never got that..

Rachel: You never get anything. That's besides the point--

Gar: (Sarcastically) That hurt, Rae.

Rachel: Continuing with my point before I was so rudely interrupted by a little dimwit--

Gar: Wow, below the belt, Rae.

Rachel: Whatever. Mandy's unstable, and you can't get her. You weigh less than me.

Gar: In case you haven't noticed, I grew 3 inches.

Rachel: And you still have 3 more to go befor you're taller than me.

Gar: I'm getting there.

Rachel: whatever. Mandy's half-anorexic, you could probably sit on her head and suffocate her.

Gar: I'm not that fat.

Rachel: I never said you were.

Gar: Maybe I'll go puke my lunch up…fat…me…(Bursts into fake tears)

Rachel: I'm sorry. Did I offend you? (Genuinely sorry. I really thought he was crying.)

Gar: (Sniffle) It's all better now, Nurse Rachel.

Rachel realizes she's been tricked.

Rachel: Oh, stuff a sock in it.

Gar: How about a long john?

Rachel: I'm hanging up now.

Gar: Bye.

Rachel: Bye.

Rachel hangs up and eats an egg tart.

It's a Chinese dessert. My mom's part Chinese.

Ji Ng-Xi: Girl at our school. She's popular, and she's pin-thin. She's part Indian, part Chinese, and really pretty. I think she's got some Greek in her. Anyways, she's got tons of money which means tons of parties, and I've never been to one. Kori, Dick, Vic, and Gar have been to them They tell me it's not that much. But the last one, they all boycotted it, and watched this scary movie with me. She goes around school, and prances around, and whoever wrongs her ends up with the WORST year. This year, Lilith Clay, this nice girl, who's really smart, and keeps track of everything (She knows when everything is, so I ask her every so often for a test date), Lilith went up to her and told her point blank that Ji should really stop being such a bitch or she won't get nominated for Prettiest Girl (Inside and out). Well, This year has been hell for Lilith so far, like, sprayed cheese over her locker, and Baran Flinders and his friends threatening her. So Kori and I take it upon ourselves to bus home with her. It's not that big a deal, we tell her. But it might be. Let's hope Ji doesn't get nominated. I'd love to see her face then.

So…I guess there's a lot of people I know. But there's so many more, Dear Diary, and maybe one day, you'll hold them all.

Okay, that was really disgustingly sappy. I think I'll leave you for now.

See ya.