June 7, 2009
11:15 a.m.
Sadie's Pizza Parlor


"What?" I demanded.

"It's true, Ash killed his dad." Kristy said. Her voice told me that this wasn't a joke. She was serious.

"No, I don't believe you! No!" I shouted, receiving stares from the customers around us. But I didn't care. They could stare all they wanted. I just refused to believe that Ash was a killer.

"Evalynne, calm down." Kristy instructed.

"How can I calm down when you're telling me that Ash killed his dad?" I said, quieter this time. "I thought best friends never lied to each other."

"They don't and I'm not lying! He really did kill his dad!"

"But why?" I cried.

"Because his dad committed a crime. A big crime. His dad ran someone over by accident and then just left. A hit and run. And his wife, Lori, found out about it. She was going to turn him in, but he told her that if she did, he would kill her. But she didn't believe he would actually do that, so she went to go turn him in to the cops. But as she was walking out the front door, he grabbed a knife. He was actually going to kill her. But Ash walked in and just as he was about to stab Lori, Ash stabbed him."

"Oh my gosh." I said faintly. "That's why Ash blames himself for his mom's unhapiness. Because he killed his dad."

"Yeah, and I think that's what he meant when he said 'If you were still with dad you would be dead.'" Kristy added.

"You're right. This can't be happening. Ash is supposed to be perfect. I thought he was perfect."

"Yeah, well nobody's perfect. Not even Ash. I'm sorry,"

A single tears rolled down my cheek, and then another one, and another one. "I have to go." I stood up and stormed out of the restaurant.

This couldn't be happening. I was in love with Ash, he couldn't be a killer! But he was. He'd taken someone's life away from them. And not just anyone either, his own father.

When I got home I walked over to Ash's house and rang the doorbell. No one answered. I didn't see Ms. Mongolia's car in the driveway, so I knew she wasn't just telling Ash not to answer. Nobody was home.

So I walked back over to my own house and into my bedroom. Then I yanked my cell phone out of my pocket and typed in a text through trembling fingers.

I know wut u did to ur dad. Y did u lie to me?


I pressed send and put my phone down on my bedside table. Then I cried. I just sat in my bed and cried. After half an hour of of sitting in my bed, sobbing, trembling, and waiting for Ash to text back, I finally stood up.

I couldn't waste my summer depressing over Ash.

So I let out a deep sigh and then trudged downstairs. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Not much was on, so I settled for a rerun of America's Next Top Model.

But I just couldn't pay attention to the wanna-be models on the TV screen. I couldn't stop thinking about Ash. I could just picture it in my head: Ms. Mongolia standing by the door, a shadowy figure about to stab her, and Ash sneaking up behind him and killing him.

I shuttered at the thought, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the thought from my mind. It kept replaying over and over again.

The sound of the doorbell interupted my thoughts and I got up to answer the door. I opened it up and there stood The Queen of Mean.

"What do you know?" she demanded.

"What?" I asked, confused.

She held Ash's cell phone in front of my face. And on the screen was the text I had just sent him. "What do you know?" she repeated.

I couldn't believe this. Ms. Mongolia, The Queen of Mean, had read my text. The one that I'd sent to Ash, not her! I decided that I wasn't going to get yelled at by her. I would stand up for myself.

"I'm sorry, but that text was for Ash. Not you." Then I shut the door, but her hand stopped it, holding it open.

"Tell me what you know. Now." she comanded.

"Why should I listen you?" I asked her.

"Because I need to know. This isn't any of your business anyways."

"It is now, because Ash and I are dating." I remarked, knowing that this would make her angry. I was right.

She scowled as she said, "Not anymore. Ash is not allowed to see you. Ever again. So just forget about him."

"Just tell me one thing. Did Ash get caught for killing his dad? Are you like, hiding from the police?" I asked.

"No, the police know. And they claimed it to be self-defense. He didn't get in trouble for it. Now I need you to tell me something."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Tell me that you promise to stay away from my son." she said.

"Sorry, but I don't make promises that I can't keep." I retorted. Her face clouded over with fury. "Why do you want me to stay away from him anyways?"

"Well at first it was so that you didn't find out about what happened. And also because Ash is my son and I love him. And I don't want him to make the same mistake I did. I don't want him to choose the wrong person like I did. I'm just trying to protect him."

"So you don't think I'm the right person for Ash?" I demanded.

"No, I don't. So stay away from my son."

"And what if I don't?" I knew I was pushing it, but I didn't care.

Her eyes met mine, "You'll be sorry." Then she walked away.

I slammed the door behind her. I couldn't believe she did that! Gosh, she was such a witch! How could someone so cruel be the mother of someone so sweet. But then again, Ash lied to me, he killed someone. Maybe he wasn't as sweet as I thought.

But then again, maybe he was. Maybe he just saw his dad about to kill his mom and panicked. I couldn't relate to him at all about that, so I didn't know what it was like. I didn't know what I would do if my dad was about to kill my mom.





Dear Diary,

I feel like a child who's just been told Santa Claus isn't real. I thought Ash was different from everyone else. I thought he was flawless.

I just wish that none of that had ever happened. I just wish that Ash's dad had never committed that hit and run. I just wish that Ash was as perfect as I thought he was before I knew about any of this.

But it doesn't matter anymore. I was stupid for trusting him. I should have known that no one was that perfect.


"Evalynne, we're home!" Mom called out from the bottom of the staircase. I put my diary down and walked downstairs.

"What's wrong?" Dad asked, taking in my tear-streaked face.

"Ash lied to me." I said.

"About what?" Mom said.

"Nothing, it doesn't even matter." I lied.

"Are you sure?" she asked me with concern in her voice.

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine." I wiped the tears away from my face with the back of my hand. But I knew I wasn't fine. Not at all.