Hey guys! It's been six days, that's a bit too long, but I'm a little stuck. A few months ago, I had an idea where Isadora & company are going to be in a play and it's going to be a bit cliche. Still going with regular life outside of practice and a little Kladora fluff everyone and then inside and outside of practice. But I don't know if I should go through with the idea. What do you think?

Reviewers!:

RuexxRoses- Thanks, I'm glad I made you laugh! :D

FreezingSapphire- Haha, thanks! I have to say, he's one of my favorites too. He's strange without the addition of Duncan's idiocy. X)

IzzyQuagmire0907- Really happy you liked it! No, but I'm working on it. ;)

XxWhy Can't I Be LovedxX- Haha, so it is said, so it shall be! I hope this is soon enough, I'm too broke to pay anything! X)

Zoe Snow- You're not the only one who does that, haha. Glad you liked it! :)

IchigoMxHarryP- Glad you liked it! That story sounds really good, let me know when it up! Your very welcome! I was a nice idea. Well, not for Be a and Duncan, but who cares? The main thing is that they're in love. X) Yeah, my parents aways make me leave just when I'm having fun…it's not fair. :p That P.R.E.P. thing, that's really smart!...and so true! xD Thanks for reviewing! :)

Dude with the Tattoo- Thanks! Isadora will be back to normal in this chapter. I can only come up with so much randomness. :) Yes, I plan on the two of them getting their revenge soon. *evil grin* Noo fanfiction's too amazing to be busy for! Gosh, college takes away fun time. :p Hope you do alright in there anyways. Thanks for reviewing and I'm glad you like it! :)

I heart you guys! :D

You know what's a pain? Hunched over typing for three hours. You know what's worse? Typing while lying down and propped up elbows only to have elbows get tired so your at worm level typing then you get sick of typing down at such a low level so you sit back up and type while hunched over in pain.

I NEED MY OLD COMPUTER. IT HAS A DESK AND I WON'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM.

Disclaimer: I don't own ASOUE. But technically, I own this Alternate Universe! :D But no one speaks in technical terms, so poop. :(

The long line down there means that time has passed.

The Isadora Diaries:

Evil, Deceiving, Sadistic, Little Brownie:

Monday, February 27

Bea's being a real nuisance. She won't tell me what happened in the closet with her and Duncan, and she made Duncan swear not to tell me either. Now how am I supposed to know if something important happened? But then again, something must've happened or else they would've told me otherwise! Now I'm beyond curious! I'm desperate! I've already tried everything to get them to tell me. I've kidnapped Bea's favorite stuffed animal, Mr. Snugglekins; I've deprived Duncan of burritos; I've bribed Bea with Monopoly money (don't ask me why, but she thinks it will actually earn value one day; and I've threatened to shove a taco down Duncan's throat!

WHY CAN'T I BREAK THEM?

My life is boring, I am currently feeding off the love lives of others to stay alive. If they don't tell me what happened, all the striving I've done to stay alive by reading about the love lives of fictional characters (sobbing, screaming, and all) will go to waste and I will die! I will break them one day, and that day will be soon! I will make them have a happy ending! Even if it's the last thing I do! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA-Do I smell brownies?

I'll be right back.

My mom is way too deceitful for her own health.

Do you know what she did?

Of course not, you're a laptop. You'd overload if you met my mother.

Anyways…

I went downstairs to the kitchen to see if my nose was correct and I smelled *sigh* brownies. I walked in to see my mother pull a tray of brownies out of the oven and place them on red, thick, mantel thing on the counter. I propped myself up on a high chair and, staring at the brownies, I asked, "What's the occasion, Mother?"

My mother looked up and smiled at me. "Oh, just something you're going to love me for. You're just going to love it!"

That's when I got scared. She never does things that for me that I love. Unless it's buying me some cute clothes from my favorite store, but I didn't think this was the case. I furrowed my brow suspiciously. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh," she said happily, "Just a little something I did for you."

"You made all those brownies for me?" I asked hopefully with a smile that I hoped would make her forget what she really did and give me all those nice looking brownies.

"Nope, guess again," my mother said with a smile so big she was starting to scare me.

"Or," I said reaching for a brownie, "I could eat a brownie while you tell me all about what's going to make me love you." My mother slapped my hand and pointed a finger at me. "You'll have to listen to me, first."

I pouted. Her slaps hurt. "What is it?"

"Well," she started excitedly, "Do you remember my friend Mariana?" I nodded. "Have I ever told you about her son?" she asked. I shook my head.

"Well," she said again, "she has a son your age and his name is Mark. I met him today when his mom picked him up from school and brought him to work around 4:00. She had to bring him to soccer practice and her husband was busy. Anyways, he's really cute with dark hair and he's a smart boy. He makes straight A's and he's really good at soccer. Mariana told me that..."

Honestly, I couldn't care less what she was saying. At least, not with that tray of brownies in front of her. I was staring at it the whole time she was talking. I kind of zoned out a bit. Those brownies were hypnotizing! It's like she was trying to flood the kitchen with the water from my mouth. Seriously, I was drooling, and it was like she wasn't paying attention! Well, I wasn't paying attention to her, so I guess that makes us even. But still, I was starving! I didn't make myself any dinner when I got home from school today because there was no food I could make by sticking in the microwave. Plus, I was craving chocolate, and those brownies were just what I needed. Call me strange, but when you only read about the romance of fictional characters, brownies are the most exciting thing that could ever happen to you. I was thinking to myself, 'When is she going to let me have some? Maybe when she stops talking. But she talks forever! Maybe she won't mind if I reach over and-'

What my mother said at that exact moment snapped me out of my thoughts: "So I showed him a picture of you from Christmas and-"

"YOU DID WHAT?"

My mother sighed. "Were you listening? I was talking about you and I showed him a picture of you from Christmas."

My eyes were wider than soccer balls. "Why?"

"Haven't you been listening to me?" my mother frowned. "I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said 'No'. So I told him my daughter doesn't have a boyfriend and I told him all about you. Then I told him I had a really pretty picture of you from Christmas. So I-"

My jaw dropped. "MOTHER! WHY?"

My mother frowned. "I just told you, Isadora."

"I know, but-but," I stuttered. What the heck was she trying to do? Embarrass me by telling the world I have no love life? And what as this about her showing pictures of me to other people? I don't need her doing that either! "What are you trying to do? Embarrass me in front of people I haven't even met?" My mother smiled excitedly. "I'm getting you a boyfriend!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Say what, now?"

"Isadora, all you do is sit around the house all day with that laptop! You need to get out more! Have fun with friends and go on dates! You're fourteen, act like it!"

"Mother!" I protested. "I hang out with Bea, Klaus and Violet all the time. I always go out. Outside! In the yard! With friends! Having fun! Being fourteen! And you told me I wasn't allowed to date. Remember last summer? I asked you if I could date because you were letting Quigley and Duncan, but you said 'No'. You said that they were mature young men and I still have some growing up to do. Why you think Quigley and Duncan are more mature than me, I don't know! But you do!"

"Yes," my mother agreed. "But since then I've noticed that you have grown up and matured."

She obviously hasn't been paying any attention to me if she thinks that. I feel the same I did when I was ten. Incase you're wondering, laptop, yes. The age of ten is more mature than Duncan and Quigley.

"I think you're ready to start dating! I know the thought can be scary, and that's why I"m trying to help!" my mother explained happily.

I frowned, shaking my head slightly. "You sound like the sixth grade counselors when they talk about puberty."

My mother narrowed her eyes at me. "You're going on a date with him."

"Wait a minute," I buried my face in my hands for a moment. I moved my fingers that were in front of my eyes to the side. "Please tell me you didn't set up a date already."

My mother picked up a brownie and bit off a piece. "It's this Saturday."

I dropped my hands and screamed. "No! I am not going! There is absolutely, absolutely, no way you are making me go on a date with someone I've never even met!" My mother finished her brownie and brushed the crumbs off her hands. "I thought you might say something like that. That's why I made these brownies, so that you'll go."

My jaw dropped. "You're bribing me? With brownies? Oh, that's just cold!"

My mother picked up one of the biggest brownies on the tray and held it out to me. "Say you'll go and you can have as many brownies as you want. I have another tray in the oven, and they could all be yours." My mother smiled wickedly.

I stared at the brownie. It was square, neatly cut, smelled delicious, and looked ready to be eaten. I took it from my mother's hands. "Fine. But don't you dare say a word to Quigley or Duncan about this." My mother's triumphant smile fell. "It might be a bit too late."

My eyes grew wide. "Oh moon adieux…que vous n'avez pas." Thats French for: "Oh my gods…you did not."

My scary thought had been confirmed when Quigley and Duncan came bounding down the steps. "Hey, Mom!" Duncan yelled. "Did you finish Isadora's Bribing Brownies?"

Quigley came up behind me and hugged me. "My baby sister is going on her first date this Saturday! I can't believe she's growing up so fast!" He crid fake tears and swayed me back in forth until I fell out of the chair, bringing him with me.

"Hey!" Mother yelled. "Stop doing that! Do you want to break something? Go ahead and break something and I'll break you." And with that, my mother took a brownie and went upstairs, leaving me with on the floor with two teasing big brothers and a date for the following Saturday.

I still can't believe she's going to make me go through with it. After Christmas, I thought my mom thought I liked Klaus. Which is true, but I don't want her knowing that. I guess she got over it. Which is good. I just don't want her to play matchmaker with me! See, it's different from when I was setting up Bea and Duncan.

1) They're friends.

2) They like each other.

3) I'm not their mother.

It's the total opposite with what my mother's trying to do!

Oh my gosh. I just realized something.

I agreed to go on a date with someone I haven't even met when, this whole entire time, I've been crushing on Klaus like crazy. I've actually been getting a feeling that there's a microscopic possibility that he might like me back. But with this date on Saturday, that my mom isn't going to let me turn down, he'll think I don't like him and move on to other girls and whatever chance I have with him will be down the drain! What if Mark and I start to like each other? Then we'll go out more and end breaking up because Kayla told me last week that teen relationships always end. I'll get over Mark easily, but I'll probably still have a huge crush on Klaus at that point and I'll be heart broken because he'll be dating someone that's not good for him at all, like Kaley! Then they'll get married and I'll never be able to love again and I'll turn into some psychopathic troll and lose my job because I'll be such an ugly troll! After I have no love and no job, I'll have no money, which means I won't have any food, or a place to live. And without food or a place to live, I'll have to eat off the garbage like a hobo and sleep under highway bridges! I ruined my whole entire life with one brownie! One Evil, Deceiving, Sadistic, Little Brownie!

As of today, my life is officially RUINED!

Wow. All that just because she accepted a blind date. How beautiful.

Sorry if the French was bad, I got it from Google Translate, and I don't think it's very accurate.

Anyways, tell me what you thought! And don't forget to tell me what you think about my play idea. I want total honesty! Please review! :D

"...Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out. Somethings gone terribly wrong you're all I wanted. Come on, come on, don't leave me like this, I thought I had you figured out. Can't breathe whenever you're gone can't turn back, now I'm Haunted…"

~Haunted by Taylor Swift

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