So, finally, the fifth chapter is up. I got another review, a favourite and a follower last chapter. I'm really excited now and it encouraged me to write more, so thanks to whoever it was. (I can't remember. Sorry :/)

Anyway, I actually listened to some music this time. In my opinion, this is probably the best chapter so far. But, that just means I'm getting better right?

I was reading over my last few chapters the other day, and I realized that there were a few spelling mistakes. (I'm so stupid) Which is weird because I have spellcheck. So, sorry about the mistakes. I'll make sure I double check my chapters before I post them.

Hope you enjoy

Dear Diary,

I'm not sure what was wrong with me. That last entry was completely crazy. Break into my own home?I must be crazy to even consider that option! Anyway, Mello said that he had something to do, so he wasn't able to come with us. So, it's just me and Matt. Matt and I have never really spoken properly. There was that time that Light was introducing me to everyone. He didn't say much then. I shouldn't be worrying about that. I should be worrying about what I'm going to say to my mother. What should I do? What should I say? There is no easy explanation for this situation!

'Mum, I was kidnapped. But don't worry, they're from my favourite anime, and they just want me to help them solve cases and investigate with them, and also, so I can help them get back to their universe. You probably won't remember the characters since everyone's memory seems to be wiped, except for me.'

That will never work. For starters, she won't believe me. Second, she'd probably call the police or something. Anyway, I'll worry about that later. I should be worrying about the latest case that has come up. Serial murder or something. When L first explained the case, I thought he meant a cereal killer. I was slightly confused. I have to go now, Matt says it's time to go. Hopefully I'll think of something. - Grace

I closed the diary and put it in my bag. Matt grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and I followed him out of the hotel. There was a red car parked outside. When I asked Matt what car it was he said. "It's a modified version of a 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454, although it's similar to a 1968 Plymouth Road Runner."

To be honest, I wasn't really into cars that much. I would've been less confused by. "It's a Chevrolet." Anyway, we got into the car and Matt put the keys in, turned them and the engine came to life.

"Where do you live?" he asked, lighting up a cigarette already. I wasn't very good at directions either.

"Hold on." I said, opening the door and climbing out. He gave me a confused look.

I stood up and looked around for a street name. Once I had got it, I got back in and gave him directions. He nodded and we took off.

I coughed from the smoke that filled the car, but Matt didn't seem to car that I was practically choking. My father used to smoke a lot, but I still wasn't used to it. "So, who do you live with?" he asked suddenly.

"Uh...It's just my mum and my younger sister."

"What about your dad?" he asked, then he added. "Assuming you have a dad."

I laughed. "Of course I have a dad! Him and I would solve cases together. He used to be a detective."

"Used to? What does he work as now?"

"He's an I.T manager at a large clothing company."

"So, how come you don't live with him?"

"Well, when he lost his job as a detective, him and my mum got divorced."

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, turning left sharply.

"It's okay. You didn't know."

"Do you see him often?"

"I don't see him much at all. I visit him sometimes, with some gifts or something, but that's it."

He nodded and said. "Is this it?" As he stopped by my house.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a few minutes." I climbed out of the car and walked to the door. I put my hand in my pocket to find my keys, but I realized that I didn't bring my keys with me. I knocked on the door, and my mum opened it straight away, as if she was expecting me to be there.

"Grace! I was so worried about you! What happened!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

"I don't have much time to explain. Do you know where my suitcase is?" I asked, trying to get out of her bear hug.

"Your suitcase? Why would you need your suitcase?" she asked, letting go of me.

"Well, do you remember where dad used to work as a detective? I got a call from them last night, saying that they wanted to run me through some trials, like giving me cases to solve. They said it was only going to take a few months."

"So, you're going to be a detective?" she asked.

"Well, for a short time, but I'm still considering being one when I'm older." I said.

"That's great!" she exclaimed. She rushed past me and up the stairs. "I'll help you pack!"

After I had finished packing I said goodbye to my mum and walked back to the car. I threw the suitcase and the bag into the boot of the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"How did she take it?" Matt asked, turning the engine on.

"Surprisingly well. I made up some bogus excuse. But luckily she bought it."

"Good. We should get back to the hotel, the others will probably be wondering where we are." he said, turning into the road and driving off.

We soon arrived back at the hotel. Everyone was around the small table playing cards.

"What took you so long?" Mello asked, placing a card down. I put the suitcase and the bag on the floor next to my school bag and shrugged my shoulders. I crouched down to open my bag and grabbed my diary and a pen, and sat down on the long sofa.

"What is that anyway, you're always writing in it." Matt asked, taking a seat at the table and began to watch them play cards.

"It's a diary." I replied simply as I opened it up to a clean page.

Dear Diary,

I feel bad for lying to Matt.

I just couldn't bring myself to telling him the truth. I mean, I just met him. Would I really reveal something that big to him just a day after I was introduced to him?

I should have just told him the truth about my father and the fact that he died of a heart attack a few years ago.

Maybe, I'll tell him the truth soon. But for now, I'll stick with the lie. -Grace

Hope you liked it.

And if you're wondering, yes, that really is what Matt's car is.

So far, I've posted at least one chapter every day. (Which isn't good. I have a hell of a lot of homework to do within a few days) I'm going to try and keep it that way. I'll definitely post one tomorrow.

Review if you want more, and tell me what you think should happen next. (I'm not feeling very creative)