Guys, i have terrible news!! I'm never allowed to update anything anymore. I gave my moms laptop a virus and now im never allowed back on. i can use my ipod touch to read and review other's stories, but i just cant post. i really am sorry, i had to sneak on my brother's computer to do this. I realy am sorry. i realy want to post more but i cant so, ill give you this quickly.

BellaPOV

Edward got up on stage. "Okay, this will be the last thing before the author never writes again, unless she finds a way for her friend to help her. Let me boost up a little bit of funny before she stops completely. She might do this to her other story, The Odd One Out. She feels really bad. Anyway, on with my talent!! Ladies and gents, The Emo Song! This one's for you Jazz!"

Jazz glared at him as the music started.

Dear Diary:

Mood: Apathetic.

My life is spiraling downward.
I couldn't get enough money to go to the
Blood Red Romance and Suffocate me dry concert.
It sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like "Stab My Heart Because I Love You" and
"Rip Apart My Soul" and of course,
"Stabby Rip Stab Stab".
And it doesn't help that I couldn't
get my hair to do that flippy thing either.
Like that guy from that band can do.
Some days ugh...

I'm an emo kid, non-conforming as can be
You'd be non-conforming too if
you looked just like me
I have paint on my nails and make-up on my face
I'm almost emo enough to start shaving my legs
'Cause I feel real deep when I'm dressing in drag
I call it freedom of expression,
most just call me a fag
'Cause our dudes look like chicks,
and our chicks look like dykes
'Cause emo is one step below transvestite!

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo

I'm dark, and sensitive with low self-esteem
The way I dress makes every day feel like Halloween
I have no real problems but I like to make believe
I stole my sister's mascara now
I'm grounded for a week.
Sulking and writing poetry are my hobbies
I can't get through a Hawthorne
Heights album without sobbing
Girls keep breaking up with me,
it's never any fun.
[ Find more Lyrics on /bh ]
They say they already have a pussy,
they don't need another one

Stop my breathing and slit my throat
I must be emo
I don't jump around when I go to shows
I must be emo
Dye in my hair and polish on my toes
I must be emo
I play guitar and write suicide notes
I must be emo

My life is just a black abyss,
you know, it's so dark.
And it's suffocating me.
Grabbing hold of me and tightening it's grip,
tighter than a pair of
my little sister's jeans...
which look great on me by the way.

When I get depressed I cut my
wrists in every direction
Hearing songs about getting
dumped give me an erection
I write in a live journal and
wear thick rimmed glasses
I tell my friends I bleed black
and cry during classes
I'm just a bad, cheap, imitation of goth,
You can read me "Catcher in the
Rye", and watch me jack off.
I wear skin tight clothes while hating my life
If I said I like girls, I'd only be half right!

I look like I'm dead and dress like a homo
I must be emo
Screw XBox, I play old school Nintendo
I must be emo
I like to whine and hate my parentals
I must be emo
Me and my friends all look like clones
I must be emo

My parents just don't get me, you know.
They think I'm gay just because
they saw me kiss a guy.
Well, a couple guys. But I mean, it's the 2000's.
Can't 2 ... or 4 dudes make-out with
each other without being gay?
I mean, chicks dig that kind of thing anyways.
I don't know diary,
sometimes I think you're the only one that gets me,
you're my best friend...
I feel like tacos..."

He finished and we were all rolling on the floor laughing except jasper who was fuming.

"Aw, come on Jazz, this is Kylee's last time writing, make the most of it," Emmett pleaded for Kylee's benifet.

"Yeah," sob, "it will..." sob, "make me," sob, "feel better Jazz!!" Kylee's random voice came from nowhere.

Jazz frowned. "I'm sorry. Tell Edward to not make that song about me though."

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to make myself feel better. I'm crying and you're not helping! Come on Jazz, I'm on your team now! I'm not on Edward's anymore. Please Jazz? Make me feel all better?" she pleaded.

"You are so mean Jasper!" I yelled, not laughing anymore. I heard dry sobbs coming from the corner of the room and looked over at Edward.

"She's not on my team anymore! Noo!!" Edward dry sobbed. "But-but I thought she loved me!"

"Aw, I do, but just not as much. Some of the reason is because I'm 'Alice.' It's an inside joke. I am kind of like her. I like to shop, dress up my friends and do thier hair sometimes, I am enerjetic...if I get enough sleep, and I'm shorter than most of my friends, even though I am considered only slightly shorter than normal height. Although, I don't like being called short, I'M FUN SIZED!!" she rambled on.

"That's what I said!" ALice screamed. "See, we aren't short. FUN SIZED is SUCH a better word, and you people still mock us. So, Kylee, how much do you like to shop...?" Alice asked, changing the subject.

"A lot. I shop at Rue 21 and Justice, but I don't buy anything too girly. Mostly skinny jeans and things that have neon colors on them. Haha. Yeah, I'm not a big fan of huge designers. Oh, and I shop at Aeropostale and American Eagle sometimes. Weird, right?" KyKy, her nickname her friends gave her, said.

"ENOUGH!!" Rose screamed. "Okay, well Kylee has to go so she can go tell her other fans of The Odd One Out. Sorry!! Bye everybody, and hopefully she will be able to update with her friends help!"

-Sigh- So there you have it. The depressing part. You have no idea how sorry I am. I don't even know what I did! All I did was go on Myspace, Fanfiction, document word pad (to upload things), playlist and thats it!! I really am sorry. I want to continue really bad. And sorry, I had to put myself in there for a good farewell.

Until Next Time.

-Kylee/Alice-