Dear diary,

Yes, it finally is an official diary entry, no dialogue, no story style, just an entry. An entry to say how stupid I was. Stupid, moronic, idiotic, thick, dense, slow…

I'm hiccupping my way through this and my tears are dripping all over, so I have to be careful not to smudge the paper. Why? Because I'm so dumb, dimwitted, so UGH!

God!

Ian didn't rape me or anything. He was sweet but he was left hanging when I ran off. Seriously, I was joking when I wanted to be Cinderella. Maybe I never was meant to be seen. Someone cut in, cut in while I was talking with Ian while he was teaching me how to slow dance. Guess who?

Fiona.

She started screaming at Ian, saying, "I LEAVE YOU ALONE FOR EIGHT BLOODY MINUTES AND YOU ALREADY END UP RUBBING UP ANOTHER GIRL!"

Okay, maybe there is some dialogue.

For crying out loud, he turned her down. I heard her. I wrote it down. She embarrassed herself.

Temporary amnesia anyone?

Then she brought her two henchman, and unlike usual nerds who get bullied, I do not know their names. Oh, heck, I didn't even know Ian existed. I'm doing a terrible job at this.

Right, I know, I'm depressed. I'm supposed to stay depressed.

I still have the hiccups, claws on my wrist with a blood red nail stuck somewhere there, my eyes are red and puffy.

This isn't how Cinderella's night is supposed to end.

Then after that he started to pull me away from her and he coaxed me to take off my mask to see whether Fiona's slap was still apparent on my cheek.

I, of course, refused.

Regretted it of course, no matter how many times he explained to me it might make the mark worst, I stubbornly refused.

I can't tell whether that blood red nail is because of my blood or her nail polish.

You can't see how I'm stupid in this right?

Well, now Fiona and her hench-demons are after the mystery girl's skin, Simone is very upset at me, Lindsay is whining that she didn't manage to make out with anyone during the party, Cameron is furious at me because Lindsay has a 'crushed' self-esteem and Ian is amused, very amused.

I didn't need that much attention. How was I supposed to know that Ian was an "It" boy. No one told me. No one bothered to tell me that. Oh, sure, leave Maddie out of the important details which might get her killed.

I would expect Simone to cover him a bit more but no, she never drooled over his chiseled features, his beautiful raven hair, sparkling hazel eyes, athletic build, his gentlemanly ways...okay, enough about Ian, enough. I can actually understand how the real Cinderella felt, but her prince is nothing like Ian.

Except Ian's not royalty, but that could be overlooked.

Miss Abbott then came to pick me up, and she had this weird smile which seriously sent chills down my bones. Her eyes were so blank, so empty, robotic even, her voice was different, like a woman possessed, or sleep driving. Which is scary.

The weird thing is, it didn't even look like her.

Same snow hair, same glasses, same movements but it didn't feel like her. She didn't exactly look like her which is weird because I just saw her practically a few hours ago. Her driving seemed to have changed too. She swerved too fast, she drove too fast, she did everything too fast. Grannies just don't drive that way.

Then when she sent me home, she suddenly melted, being all caring and loving. I tell you, it freaks me out to see her like that.

Only God knows what tomorrow holds and I hope it has nothing to do with a killer.