AN: Hello again, my faithful readers! I have a challenge for you! As you might have noticed, this chapter doesn't have a title. It's up to you to choose one. The one who chooses the title I like best (and that fits best) will have this chapter dedicated to them! So, when you review, make sure to send in what you think would be a good title. Who knows, I might choose yours!

Good news! I am now out of high school (I graduate May 29th) so I'll have a bit more time to write. The next chapter is going to be pretty big, but I'll try to get it done soon, promise! Now to answer reviews... Not a whole lot of reviews this time...

JLyoko: Geez, you sure do have a lot of maybes! Maybe some of them are right! But then again, maybe some of them are wrong. You'll just have to wait and see!

Little Vili: I know, I feel sorry for her, too. Victims of abuse don't realize they have the power to stop it. They become so consumed by fear that they accept what's happening to them and think it's their fault. Perhaps someday Yumi will see the light... or someone will see it for her.

Now without further ado, here's the next chapter! As always, read, review, and enjoy!

Once Yumi returned to her cabin, she changed into her pajamas, got ready for bed, then pulled out her diary. She laid down on the bed on her side, intending to write before she went to sleep. The pencil made it to her fingers and the diary was opened before sleep claimed Yumi, her deepest thoughts still roaming in her mind as she drifted into a dreamless slumber.
"I'll take this side of camp, you take the other," Ulrich motioned toward the area that held most of the cabins. The area he had indicated for himself included most of the classrooms, the lake, and the thicker part of the forest.

Odd nodded in agreement and both boys headed in opposite directions.

As Ulrich made his last rounds of the night, he stopped by the lake. The moonlight shimmered in the near-still waters, and a small smile worked its way onto his lips. Checking his watch, he noted that it was only 10:30 - Odd wouldn't miss him for another half an hour. Walking around the beach, he let his shoes dig slightly into the sand, leaving his footprints for all to see.

When he neared the spot he and his class had met the day before, he stopped and stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the slightly rippling waters. Something someone had told him about ripples tried poking its way into the back of his mind, and he attempted to draw it forward. There was a saying... what was it? Something about stones making ripples and the tiny waves continuing on in a huge chain reaction, all hinged on that one moment, that one pebble that started the ripples and disturbed the peaceful waters.

As Ulrich was contemplating this, he sat down on the sand, the scowled, standing back up. Rubbing his foot through the sand, he searched for the rock he had sat on. Just as he was about to give up, his foot hit against something and moonlight glinted off it. Bending down, he retrieved the object. What he had thought was a rock was truly a pocketknife, and a beautiful one at that. The casing was a well-polished silver, inset with a thin sheet of ivory, which had been polished until it fairly glowed. Tilting it to the light, Ulrich could make out some slight etchings on the ivory. Upon bringing the pocketknife closer to him, the carvings became clearer and Ulrich paled. Not wanting to believe his eyes, Ulrich looked again, hoping it had just been an illusion. No such luck. The casing of the knife bore a symbol - one that Ulrich dreaded. The intricate T that would have been beautiful to anyone else was horrifying to him. (Go to my site www(dot)freewebs(dot)com/tia2370and click on artwork.)

Curiosity overtook the boy and he carefully unfolded the blade. It, too, was made of a highly polished silver steel. The three inch blade bore markings along it - the stripes of a tiger. Ulrich's hands started shaking as memories of his dream came back to him. This blade... that symbol... Yumi dying. I won't let it happen again, I can't let it happen again. As he closed the pocketknife, the blade sliced the tip of his index finger on his right hand, drawing blood instantly.

"Ow!" Ulrich cried, shaking his hand to try to make the pain go away, as human beings will do. A few drops of blood splattered on the sand before Ulrich stopped shaking his hand. Instead, he blotted the blood against his pants and stuck the pocketknife in his right pocket, where it rested with his cell phone.

A sense of urgency gripped him and he ran to Yumi's cabin. Not wanting to disturb the campers, he peeked in the window, relieved to see Yumi sleeping inside. From his position at the window, he noticed her hands were clenched around something... It was his journal! A look of puzzlement crossed his features briefly as he wondered how she had found it and why she had taken it. Bewilderment switched to anger, though, as he realized that if she had taken it, she had probably read it, too. It seems you can't trust anyone these days...

Determined to get the book back, Ulrich snuck over to the door. As quietly as he could, he pushed the door open, taking off his shoes and using them to hold the door open. Tiptoeing across the room, he mentally muttered a stream of questions, all aimed at the sleeping Yumi. Once he was beside her bed, he stopped. Usually he would have brushed the strand of hair from her face or untangled her blankets and replaced them on her, but his mind was clouded with anger and hurt.

Ever so carefully, Ulrich removed Yumi's hands from the cover of the blue-green journal and lifted it from her. Satisfied that she wouldn't wake, Ulrich slunk quietly off into the night, retrieving his shoes from the door before heading back to his cabin.

AN: That's it! Kinda left you a cliffhanger, didn't I? I'll try to resolve that sometime this week yet. Remember to think up a title! Please review before you leave, thanks and see you next chapter!