Another quick author's note. There has been a lot of confusion on the whole after FANG thing because I don't want to give off spoilers. I just say forget the after FANG. But Dr. G-H and Dylan are still there, okay? They.....time traveled. And in this chap Ella comes to visit. Since this is addressed TO Ella, Max would say 'you.' That would be too confusing. So while Max would say 'you' I'm gonna say 'Ella,' kay? And I promise, all the confusing stuff will be gone in a few chapters. I know guys that may be reading this are going to hate this chapter, I'm sorry! I hate all the makeup stuff too. It was dreaded writing, but I had to have it for future chapters, sorry! It'll be gone in the next chapter!

Journal NOT a Diary!!!

Max's Journal

March 30, 2010

Okay Els, here's what I thought about the first day of your visit. After I told you everything (a.k.a. hidden camera, Dr. G-H, the whole Africa visit, Dylan, the fact that Dr. G-H was the one putting the hidden camera with the help of Bella, ect.), Fang, of course, walks in.

Wow, you would think Dylan would put up a fight. All 'injuries' Fang had was a cut under his left eye. I looked up. "What happened?"

Fang shook his head. "Nothing. Don't worry about it."

I gave Ella a sideways glance. She shrugged. I watched as he walked out of the kitchen to his room, pulling a stray leaf out of his hair. Ella grinned evilly.

"What?"

"I know that look, Max. You like Fang!"

"Duh. Where have you been the past year? And I thought you read my journal already."

"Not yet. But I will before I leave. Now, let's make Fang like you too!"

I stopped myself from punching her. Suck up. I just don't want to punch my sister. "What do you mean?"

Ella grinned. "I mean that Fang likes you. And don't you want him to fall head over heels for you? I'm going to make you look absolutely hot-tastic! Come on!" She jumped out of her chair and grasped my wrist, pulling me out of my chair.

I followed reluctantly. Did she just say hot-tastic?Yeah, Els, a Eraser-fighting, nomad girl tends not to worry about being 'hot-tastic'. And I don't fuss over makeup and cell phones like some girls. Why? Oh, yeah, because I have a life.

A bathroom. With makeup. Mascara, eye shadow, lipstick, other girly stuff that makes me want to gag. All fit in one fluffy pink bag. I just frowned at it, searching for the first second I could escape out of her grasp. Yes, Ella. What you were doing was absolute horror.

"Foundation. A girl's best friend." Maybe your best friend, but not mine. I thought that a foundation was on a house. "Now for that rat's nest of hair!" Thanks, El. Really appreciated. "Panteen. It's awesome (A/N Panteen really works. I use it and it's worked better then anything I have used! It's wonderful! You'll get addicted!)! She plopped me down on the toliet and hung my head in the sink. She washed my hair with that thick gunk and dug into my scalp with those claws! El, you REALLY need to cut your fingernails!

But after the Panteen conditioner, my hair was so smooth! I couldn't help but keep running my fingers through it after it was dried. It was awesome! It refused to get tangled! Els, that's probably the only good thing about this.

After my hair was dried, she turned me around. She flipped through J-14 magazines for the best makeup colors for my hair and eyes. She kept mentioning all these names I didn't recognize, and held up all these containers to my face, muttering all these things I didn't understand! (Another A/N I don't wear makeup. A 7th grade girl that doesn't wear makeup. I'm preparing for the hanging! I tried it once and it turned my face orange, so yeah...)

After about an hour, she finally let me relax my cramped shoulders. "Okay Max! Get ready, you look amazing!" I turned around and gasped. My lashes have never looked longer, and my face let off a warm glow. My lips were a soft pink, and a little color to my eyelids.

But looking in the mirror, I didn't reconize myself! And my face was heavy! I wanted to wash it all off that very second! It looked so cute, but I can't stand the feeling of it on. How do girls stand this? It's awful!

"It's...great," I lied, not wanting to hurt Ella's feelings. Yeah, now you know the truth, Ella. Never put me though that again, I beg of you!

"You really like it?"

"Uh, yeah. It's...pretty." I wanted to gag. Or, as that man on the sidewalk says, gag me with a spoon! (Thanks to my reading teacher! She says that all the time. I say 'gag me with a spork.')

Ella finally released me, and I ran back to my room. It took all my power not to rub it off. Els, you're a wiz with a makeup brush, but it's just not me! It's just...ugh.

So that's where I am now. You haven't read this yet, Els, according to what you told me, so you'll know this before you leave. Never again.

--Maximum