Chapter 7

New Perspective

Wednesday evening, Mona puckered her pink lips and attempted to fake a sex bunny expression. She recoiled and ran her fingers through her shoulder length white blonde hair and twisted it around her finger.

After last week's traumatizing experience, the three of them held little to no contact. This bugged her because someone had beaten them to the punch. Of the twelve diary holders, she knew four; one being herself and two her comrades. Mona couldn't help but feel on edge. If they hadn't drowned first, their phones would've been wrecked, thus killing them anyways.

Then there was the fact that she knew nothing about her diary and how it worked. She had been meaning to contact Yuki or Muru Muru, but she always got a bad feeling about it. Her face always burnt and her skin pricked. She constantly got bad vibes from the two.

Mona drummed her fingers over the rhinestone case that covered her phone. If anyone had asked her, she had never once seen a message from her diary. This worried her to no end.

Her rolling chair skidded across her bedroom floor and lightly collided with her creamy white desk. Mona tapped at the on button of her computer with her foot and turned back to her phone. The keyboard illuminated as she maniacally flipped through her archive of messages. There was one message in particular that was specifically unsettling.

"Cecelia
Since you seem slightly capable, I'll give you a hint. Collect the faces and you'll know."

This was great that her enemy gave out her name and everything, but she didn't give out her name. Her phone did and there was no number with it. Maybe it was a glitch. Now that she had thought about it, there was one particular week that was fuzzy. Had she accidentally typed this? Maybe it wasn't even about the survival game. Collect the faces? Did she want her to go all slasher and take someone's face? Have mercy. She was just one girl for goodness sakes. She felt like her brain was ready to disown her at any moment now. Luckily, the whirring noise her computer made when it finished loading came on and interrupted her scrambled thought process.

She typed in her password that she came up with in fourth grade and hit the enter key. Her monitor flickered as she opened the tangled web of the Internet. The shiny, new keyboard clicked under her fingers. The feeling of typing made her happy for some reason. It felt like the better part of middle school where there was no Phoebe King or whatever the hell her last name was now.

Back then, Mona was genuinely the definition of geek. Or at least that's what she had told her. Her eyes were never green enough, her wardrobe never cool enough, and her music never hip enough. She ripped her hair out trying to make friends but Phoebe had made it a nightmare.
She had never felt like she had to hide who she was until she had met Phoebe.

Eventually in high school she blossomed into a swan and was physically hotter than her rival, smarter too. While that time was past, Mona couldn't help but hate her. She wanted her to feel the same way she did- really crappy all day, all night. She couldn't even explain the feeling of anger that burned in her blood when Robin told her about the first draft of messages he had received. Mona didn't hesitate to say that she was bitterly disappointed.

Mona whistled as she subconsciously typed in her favorite online shopping place. It always seemed to calm her down, but this wasn't the time for that. Now was the time for answers.

Her phone vibrated on her desk. New message from Spencer Lates.

"Figure anything out yet?"

Mona rolled her eyes.

"Nope."

"Oh. Kk. Well then what's up?"

"Trying not to die." Mona muttered to herself. She typed "Nm. You?" More courtesy questions. Boring.

"Going to dinner with my parents. Wish me luck. Gtg. Ttyl."

"Boo, you whore." Send. Instant regret. Great. Spencer the sheltered probably thought she was actually calling her a whore. Wait, why was she quoting that movie? Oh that's right. Every time she thought about Phoebe, she thought about that one quote that used to describe her life perfectly. "How many of you have felt personally victimized by Regina George?" In her mind, her hand was the first that shot up. Mona shook her head, hair slapping against her face. That wasn't her life anymore. No need to relive it.

The screen glowed. New message. Probably Spencer. She unsquinted her eyes and was surprised to see it wasn't? What was it? She had never seen a text like this before. And realization. Her heart pounded.

6:49 P.M.
Spencer Lates arrives at Ophelia Key concert with Robin Kingston

6:50 P.M.
Ophelia Key changes into costume and begins vocal warm-up

6:52 P.M.
Spencer Lates texts Mona Perry

Mona stood still, not breathing. Her lungs seized forcing her to move. If her diary was correct, Spencer had lied to her. Why would she have to lie to her?

Ophelia Key, called Lia, Mona's role model and favorite actress and singer had appeared on her list too. She was everything that Mona hoped to be; Beautiful and talented. In fact, she was the reason that her hair was the shade it was. Mona's hair is naturally black, but in Lia's music video Brilliant Ideas, she had her hair an angelic shade of blonde. She wanted nothing more than to look like her. Slightly upturned nose, Cupid's arrow lips. Of course Lia's hair wasn't blonde anymore. One could describe it as a brown gray. Really gorgeous too, but how she looked in that video was what she wanted to be. Which led her back to the question. Why was she receiving messages about her, why did Spencer lie, and why was she even getting messages period?

Spencer texted back: "what?!"

"Exactly what you think it means..."

"Yuki, Ninth is here... again. Should I tell her to leave?"

"No. Let her in. I have a few questions of my own for her.

"But she's talking to herself again... about you being her master, it's weird."

"You chose her, Muru Muru."

"I know, but can't we just delete her?"

"I hope you're kidding."

"Fine. Come on in, Ninth."

"Please, just call me Faye."

Author's Note: Enter new characters! ERMERGERSH! I found inspiration. I think I did the Diary entries wrong but it's my story. I'll do what I like. Ha. Just kidding. I'm re-watching Mirai Nikki for that sole reason. I've figured out what their diaries are and do. It's just executing it that I have a problem with. Anyways, expect higher quality those and more diary usage! Also, should I use diary as a proper noun in this context? Confusion.
This is completely random but I have been obsessed with Pokémon Emerald for the past week. I got an old school Nintendo DS for my birthday and I can't freaking beat Wattson. BTW I had the flu on my birthday. Nothing says Happy Birthday like tamiflu... Sigh.

Thanks for reading you lovely monkeys!