Sorry for the wait, guys but I've been a little busy and whenever I started typing, NO ONE WOULD LET ME FINISH. On a happier note, my mom bought a laptop that I'm allowed to use to upload my stories on! Yay! And to celebrate: review replies!

RuexxRoses- I based Isadora's mom off my own, since I don't know what other mothers are like. It's always nice to know I have crazier mom, I think I need a therapist! xD Sorry, but you'll have to wait to see what Mark is like. X) Glad you liked it! :)

FreezingSapphire- I love brownies, it's a terrible addiction. X) Really? Cool! I'd love to hear you play Haunted! Here'sanother chapter hope you like it. :)

IchigoMxHarryP- Yeah she is, but her mother is crazay! Thanks for telling me my telling me my mistakes, sometime soon, I'll go back and fix it all. :)

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Flora11- Haha, I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for reading and I hope this chapter is to your liking! :)

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I love you guys! Reviews are like my brownies. X) I feel like I'm losing readers, but at least I have you guys!

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The Isadora Diaries:

Secret:

Tuesday, February 28

Today, after a session with Mr. Snicket, Bea and I went to hang out in her room. I saw it as the perfect time to complain about my mom to her. We sat on her butterfly rug when I told her I had something to tell her.

Bea's room was messier than usual. There were markers, scissors and pieces of felt everywhere. I ignored it, though. Bea has been acting stranger than usual. Like last week, she dyed her hair blonde. It's only temporary though, the color is supposed to come out in six weeks. I asked her why she dyed her hair, and she said, "Because I'm going undercover. I can't have any super villains come attack me because I don't have blonde hair!"

Her answer made absolutely no sense. But oh well, she's Bea. She never makes sense.

I began with telling her about how I was just minding my own business while I was typing up my latest diary entry.

"Bea, are you listening?" I asked. While I was talking, she was doing some weird stuff with felt and glue. Cutting it up and measuring it and such.

Bea nodded her head vigorously and returned back down at her project. I shrugged and continued my story. I told her how I smelled brownies and went to the kitchen to investigate. Then I stopped. "Bea, what are you doing?"

Bea looked up at me. "Don't mind me, Isadora. Keep talking, I'm listening, really."

"Okay," I said. Then I continued my story. I told her about zoning out for a few minutes, coming back to hear my mother talking about some guy named Mark and my mother bribing me to go on a date with him with brownies, and explained exactly that now my life would be ruined if I went on this date.

"I can't believe my own mother did that to me!" I complained. "She knows I can't resist brownies! But I guess that's why she did it… Anyways, she's actually making me go! I thought, 'Hey, maybe she'll realize her idea was stupid, apologize for bribing me, and not make me go on that date!' But apparently not! My mother is forcing me to go now. Who does she think she is? My prosecutor? I might as well be getting my death sentence!"

Bea nodded sympathetically, not looking up from her little arts and crafts.

I crossed my legs and rested my elbow on my lap and my chin on my hand. "The love life I never had is officially ruined."

Bea only nodded.

"I'm condemned to be a hobo. I'll be so broke that I'll be borrowing money from my friends and family. And since I'll never pay you guys back, you'll all hate me." I traced the pictures on the rug with my free hand. "I'll be a hobo with no love!"

"That's not so bad," Bea said, still messing with her project. "Besides, you'll still have me."

I rolled my eyes. "Please, Bea. You're just saying that to make me feel better. If you were in my spot, you'd be worried about becoming a friendless hobo too."

Bea looked up at me with a smile. "No I wouldn't. I'd have my finger puppets!" She practically shoved her hand in my face, a crazy smile on her face. "See?"

Then, in a voice you'd normally speak when talking to a baby, she wiggled her fingers in correspondence with the name she had given them. She started with her thumb, then her index finger, and so on. "This is Quigley, and this is Klaus, and this is you, and this Duncan, and this is me! See? I made a finger puppet for all my best friends!"

I cocked my head to the side and asked, "Where's Violet?"

Bea looked at finger puppets in puzzlement. Then she cringed and yelled, "Dang it! I forgot to make her one!"

"I don't think she'll mind, Bea. Besides, we have a bigger problem on our hands!"

Bea furrowed her brow. "Really? What?"

"The disaster of my life!" I exasperated.

"Oh yeah." After a moment of thinking, she asked, "Well, did you tell Klaus you're going on a date this weekend?"

I shook my head.

Bea shrugged. "Then what are you so worried about? If Klaus doesn't find out about Mark, then the possibility of the microscopic chance you might have with him, that I think is way bigger than microscopic, will get bigger and Klaus won't move on to other girls and he won't marry Kaley, he'll marry you. And you'll be so happy and full of love that you won't lose your job for being an ugly troll. You'll get a job for being a loving, beautiful troll. And to top it all off, you and Klaus will make the most adorable little Kladora babies! OOh! Kladora's a pretty name! You should name you're daughter that."

I smiled. "Bea, that's brilliant!"

Flattered, Bea flipped her hair. "Well I always was good at picking out names."

I laughed. "No, Bea. I meant about not telling Klaus! That's a great idea! Then, whatever chance of us happening in the future will still be there!"

Bea nodded. "All we have to do to keep Klaus from finding out is to swear your family to secrecy! But how?"

"Brownies," I said flatly.

Bea squealed. "Oh, I want some brownies!"

"Oh, well, we have some leftover brownies at my house," I said gesturing in the direction of my house.

"BROWNIES!" Bea exclaimed as she jumped up and ran out of the room. I sighed and followed her.

We raced to my house to find Quigley burying Duncan with grass.

"Quigley," I began, "is Duncan dead?"

Duncan opened one eye. "Well what do you think, Isa—Oh, Bea. Um, hey."

Bea blushed and waved shyly.

I threw my head back and groaned. "Why won't you guys tell me what happened on Saturday?"

Duncan closed his eye and said in a high pitch voice, "You're too young to know!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and stomped inside with Bea right behind me. I walked into the kitchen and pulled a big container of brownies out of the refrigerator.

"BROWNIES!" Bea exclaimed as she snatched the container from me, ripped the top off and shoved a brownie in her mouth. She sighed, but it was muffled by all brownie stuff in her mouth.

I laughed and reached for a brownie. "Hey, do you want to make some brownies with me? So we can bribe my family and get it out of the way?"

"More brownies! More brownies!" Bea chanted.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said. I began to pull out supplies and the brownie mix. After a few hours, we made four batches of brownies. Bea and I had eaten all the ones my mother made, so we made an extra batch to make up for it.

"Hey," Bea began, "what are we going to say to your family when we mention not telling Klaus? Won't they think you don't want him to know because you like hi—"

"Shh!" I interrupted her. "Those words are forbidden in my house. No one can know I have a crush on him." At the end of my sentence I lowered my voice so that no one would hear me. "We'll just tell them that I don't want them to tell anyone because I'm going against my own will and I don't want anyone to bring it up, or something like that."

My mom was working late, so when she finally got home I called my dad downstairs and Bea screamed at the top of her lungs for Quigley and Duncan to come into the kitchen.

Quigley frowned at the mess Bea and I made. "Seriously, what is with people and baking brownies now? There's this new place where you can buy all the brownies you want. It's called Wal-Mart."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why didn't I think of that before?"

My father furrowed his brow. "Girls, what's the occasion?"

Bea smiled deviously. "We have a proposition for all of you."

"Proposition?" my mother asked.

I nodded. "Since I'm going on a date this Saturday against my will—"

"You accepted the brownie," my mother interrupted.

"Who can resist brownies? I mean, really, mother!"

"She's got a point, Mom," Duncan nudged. "I mean, it's very hard to resist its deliciously goodness."

"Ferme ta bouche," my mother snapped at him. (French for 'Shut up').

"Anyways," Bea stressed the word.

"Anyways," I repeated. "If you guys promise not to mention this...this date to anyone, then you can have as many brownies as you want."

My father choked a laugh. "They're playing the brownie card." He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulders. "I promise, sweetheart. I actually don't want you going at all." Then he reached for a brownie. I hugged him and thanked him.

Quigley shrugged and grabbed a brownie. "It's Mom you should be worried about."

"What?" my mother looked shocked he said that.

"Mom, you can't keep a secret to safe your own life." Quigley walked past her. "I'm going to my room."

"I'm not," Duncan said dreamily, this is where Be—I mean the brownies are. Yeah, the chocolaty goodness of the brownies…I can't resist it!"

Yeah, Duncan.

The brownies.

Nice save.

My mother, still upset that Quigley said she can't keep a secret (which she can't), said, "I can keep a secret, and I'll prove it." And with that she took a brownie off the tray and stomped upstairs saying, "Me disant que je ne peux pas garder un secret, et je la masse vous pour un mois, vous réfléchissez à deux fois à propos de smart me dénigrent."

"She can't keep a secret," my father said after she left.

Bea, Duncan and I shook our heads in agreement.

I don't really like this chapter. I got writer's block somewhere in the middle and had to get my sister to brainstorm for me and she came up with the brownie bribe the mother stuff. I don't like how it turned out, but hopefully, by the next chapter, it'll be a lot better.

Translation for Isadora's mother's rant: "Telling me I cannot keep a secret, how about I ground you for a month? Make you think twice about smart mouthing me."

I got it from this website from Babylon, so I don't know if it's right. I don't speak French. :p

Here's a picture of Bea with her finger puppets! It's actually Annabeth Chase, but it's funny crazay face picture and it gave me the odd idea I had for this chapter.

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Take out the spaces.

"Don't take life too seriously, you'll never get out of it alive."

~Bugs Bunny

I love this quote. It's so true! No matter what happens you're going to die one day. I laughed pretty hard when I heard him say this one day when I was watching Looney Tunes.

Bye everyone!

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