Me again! Yay!

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Summary-Suze's diary. That's all ya need to know! The title says it all! I may...correction...I WILL skip around alot, 'cause if I didn't, I'd be on this story for years! So, I am posting the first book tonight, just so I can get to Twilight quicker! I really want to do that one!

And Early Dawn will be updated whenever Mimi sends in her chapter!

(oh and anytime you see bold, that;s what Jesse is thinking as he is reading her diary. Just letting you know, so you won't be confused!)


"Hey, Jess. I'll be ready in a minute. You can just wait here if you want to." Susannah ran back into her bathroom, I smiled and sat down on her bed. I always felt weird coming back in here. It felt like home in a way. I guess that's what happens when you are haunting a place for a hundred and fifty years.

I leaned back on her bed, and felt something hard under her pillow. I lifted the pillow up, and saw a small book under it. I picked up the book, and a little picture fell out of it. I looked at the picture, and saw that it was the miniature I had given to Maria a century and a half ago. Why did Susannah have it?

I opened the book.

Dear Diary...

This was Susannah's diary. I couldn't read this...or could I?

Well, what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

I know what you're thinking. I'm going to burn for the rest of eternity, right?

I've been to hell and back, believe me.

Still, as much as I didn't want to, I began to read. It was like my eyes had a mind of their own.


October 10 ( In the limo on the way to the church)

Dear Diary,

My mom gave me this. She said that it would be easier to cope with the changes if I had something to confide in. Yeah, right. I'm leaving my whole life behind and moving out to Carmel, California. Which, before last week, I didn't even know was a city . Today's the day of my mom's wedding. She's marrying Andy Ackerman. He's a really sweet guy, don't get me wrong, but why can't we stay here in New York? I mean, I know. It's not like I am Miss Popularity or anything. I don't have guys just materializing out of nowhere and falling head over heels in love with me.(that'll be the day), but I've spent my first sixteen years here, it's going to be hard to leave Gina and my grandma. But not good old dad. No way. He's coming along for the ride too.

I guess this would be a good time to explain. I'm a mediator. Not to be confused with a medium. They're two completly different things. I can see, speak, touch, kiss...I guess (but EW! Kissing a ghost? Talk about being desperate!) to the dead.

Kiss the dead, huh? I couldn't help but laugh as I read that.

So you can imagine, that hasn't exactly made me homecoming queen or anything. Not that anyone knows of course, they'd think I was a bigger freak than I already am. My dad died when I was six, but came back and explained to me what I was and what my job was. I was to help lost souls find their way to the Great Beyond. Heaven if they've been nice. Or eternal damnation if they had been bad. My dad, well, he hasn't moved on, and for the last ten years has been following me around. Which is way annoying. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love my dad. But he really needs to move on. My mom did, he does to. I have no idea what's holding him back, but I wish I knew.

Oh, great. We're here. Now I have to go be Maid of Honor. Joy.



I looked up to make sure she was still in her bathroom...good, she is.

January 14 (on the airplane to Carmel)

Goodbye New York, hello palm trees. Which I had no idea about. The palm trees, I mean. So, I look like a huge idiot wearing my leather jacket. I'm going to fit in just great. Not. Oh well, maybe I can start over new here. Maybe I won't get into so much trouble. But their are bound to be some Indian ghosts here. Great. Oh and the trouble will soon start, since Sleepy, well, Jake (my oldest step-brother) caught me smoking at the wedding reception. What? I was under alot of pressure! That was the first and last time I will ever do that!

I'm going to some school called the Junippira Serra Mision Academy. Which is completly pointless, considering I'm not even Catholic, but whatever. They didn't have enough room for me, but now ,for some reason, they do.

Oh, no. We're getting ready to land.



Something caught my eye as I scanned the nest page. My eyes fell on my name. Oh great.

Still January 14 (on my window seat in my new room)

I have just seen a Greek god! Okay, he was Spanish, but you get my point. Wow. I mean, WOW. I will admit, my first impression wasn't the best.

"Who the hell are you?"

See? Not very smart. But I was ticked! I come in to my new room to find my bedroon already occupied by a totally hot Latino ghost that would give Antonio Banderas a run for his money. Seriously. He was that hot. Okay, yeah. So I threatened to break his finger off. And yeah, I wasn't the nicest in the world. But at least I'll never have to see him again, right? Right.

But still. He has to be the hottest guy I have ever seen.

What? I mean, until I marry Orlando Bloom, I am free to look at any guy I want to. Orlando Bloom, right.

I really don't like that guy. He's too...him...I just dislike him. Alot.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so mean to him. Jesse, I mean. That was his name. Jesse. I mean, he is a ghost. And he has been dead for like two hundred years probably. Oh, what am I saying? I know I shouldn't have been so mean to him!

He was too hot to be mean to.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too hot. Gorgeous really.

Wow. I am talking about a ghost. It's pretty obvious that I've never a boyfriend, isn't it?



"Jess. You still in there?" Her voice called out from her bathroom.

"Yeah, querida, I'm still here. You ready yet?" I asked, my eyes still glued on the book in front of me.

"Not yet, sorry! I'll be out in a minute."

We were going to miss the movie. I didn't care though. I wanted to see what else she said about me. Plus, I really wasn't in the mood to hear her keep going on and on about how gorgeous Johnny Depp was. It's gets old. Fast.

And no. I'm not jealous.


Shut up and read!


January 16 (in Sleepy's car on the way home)

Well, I met another one. Mediator, I mean. It turns out, he's the prinicpal of my new school. I thought I was the only one! Apparently, that is why there aren't any Indian ghosts around here, as I expected there would be. He had gotten rid of them all.

Oh, and I also figured out why there was suddenly room for me at the Mission. This girl Heather commited suicide. Apparently, she did so after her boyfriend Bryce broke up with her. And she blew her brains out right in front of his mother.

Yeah, I met her ghost today. Not the most cheerful girl in the world, let me tell ya.

Although, I did manage to get a date with her boyfriend! Well, it was after I pushed him out of the way, so she wouldn't crush him with the breezeway, but whatever. A date is a date!

And he is way hot! Not as hot as Jesse, but still hot.

Oh, Jesse. Gosh! Why am I thinking about him? He's gone!


Very hot Latino.



January 20 (in my bed almost dead...hey! that rhymed!) Classic Susannah.

I amost got killed by the head of Juniperra Serra. Yeah, I really don't want to relive that...ever ever ever ever again. Jesse saved me, thank goodness. But I don't understand why. I mean, the way I've treated him. It doesn't make any sense.

Unless, he's in love with me. Yeah, right. But one can dream.

Little did she know, that I was in love with her from the momnet I met her.

Ugh! I have only known him for like a few days! I can't be falling for a ghost! No no no no no! This sucks soo bad.


(Note to self- look up the maning for querida... and remember MDS)


January 21 (my room)

That's it. Heather has crossed the line! She has so crossed the line. She hospitalized Father Dom and Byrce. So, the only thing I can do is...well...perform an exorcism.

Shut up! I know.

I just have to make sure that whateve happens, Jesse does not follow me down there. I don't know what I'd do if he got sucked up there with her.

I cannot believe I just said that.

Like he's even the tiniest bit in love with me.

I did not just say that.

I am so falling for a ghost.

No way.

Great, here comes Zorro now to stop me.




January 22 (my bed once again, almost dead)

Well, my first week in Carmel. Let's reveiw, shall we? I met another Mediator,became vice-president of the sophmore class at the Mission Academy, almost got killed by a a ghost...twice, met my new best friends Adam and Cee Cee, got asked out on a date(even though I never got to go on it), a breezeway collapsed on me, and I met an extremely hot Latino ghost that (Thank you, God) haunts my bedroom.

Oh, and I didn't tell you what happned. Jesse put his arm on my shoulder! I really am falling for him, aren't I?

Well, I think that my first week here could have gone alot worse! Maybe this isn't going to be as bad as I thought.

We certainly didn't have hot 19th century Latino gentlemen bak in New York.

Well, I have to go get ready for Kelly Prescott's pool party!


Oh almost forgot: Jesse de Sliva mysteriously vanished on his way to marry his cousin Maria de Sliva. After his disappearance, Maria married Felix Diego.

Just in case I need that one day!


"Susannah. Are you ready now?" I asked as I flipped the page.

"Jesse, I'm sorry."

"Oh. Querida, just take your time." Then I saw a certain name. A name that hit me with a stab of jealously everytime I heard it.

That name?

Tad Beaumont.

Dios, I really shouldn't be reading this.

Oh well, De Silva, said a voice inside my head, there's no turning back now!


Okay, this really didn't turn out like I wanted it review and tell me if you think I should continue.

¡ leer y revisión por favor!

(that's read and review in Jesse talk! okay Spanish...but Jesse talk sounds hotter!)

I know this was really fast paced, but I will slow it down alot if I decide to continue. This was just a sample chapter! Tell me what ya think!

And remember...

¡Desea Jesse vivo!

(Jesse talk translation- Long live Jesse!)