He's out to get me!!!

My life can never be normal, can it? Like, 2 years ago some creepy dude came to my school totally trying to steal my brain. And that started it all. Seriously. My life is one freaking misadventure after another. THEY will not leave me alone. They are following me everywhere, watching me shower and cheer and cut off my toes. No, I'm not talking about stalker boyfriends. I'm taling about something much more evil. So evil I don't even know for sure who they are. But they are there. But Sylar has something to do with it. "didn't he die?" you ask. No! No, he didn't! He never dies! I mean, how many times has he come back from the dead to stalk me, right? If he weren't such a girl, I'd think he was into me or something. Get this. There was some guy at the mall dressed as the character from this Nerd Trek or whatever, and he was totally looking at me. He told me to live long and prosper. He knew! He totally knew that I can't die! Thats why he said it! And when I screamed, he looked at me all funny and I saw it. It was Sylar in disguise! I swear!!

And then bio-gramma takes me to this charity thing for puppies and animals. She says I need to be a constructive member of society. Umm. Hello? What about my Super Team idea? She shoots that down all the time. I think she has a problem with skin tight leather and spandex. Anyway, I see this guy with that guy from the Chuck show. I ask for Chuck's autograph cause he is totally cute and famous, you know? And then the other guy turns around with this dog. I scream and call the animal rights people to save the dog. Know why? Cause it was Sylar! Really! Maybe the Nerd Trek guy was a bust, but this was totally him. Sure he was super nice and liked to cuddle dogs... But it was an act. He was there to get me.

Well Bio-gramma has a little fit about me being disruptive and paranoid and uncultured. She takes me home and tries to find a nice school to send me off too. Thats when I decided to tell her about my suspicions. She totally doesn't believe me and sends me home. But on the way out, I pick up her phone. I've been doing that alot lately.... And guess what? Bio-dad has gone toally crazy! Crazier than he already is. (I mean, he sees dead people. And not even hot dead people like Bruce Willis. He sees crusty old guy who like to make chicken pot pie and blow up New York). Anyway, I hung up and called Uncle Super Cute Peter. "I TOLD you! I told all of you! Bio-dad is nuts! And guess what! He's totally working with Sylar!"

"Sylar? Isn't he dead?"

"GAAAAH! He is NOT dead!! He is SO out to get me! But hey, don't worry, I've totally got it covered. My emo look with the skin tight leather and spandex that your mom totally hates? I'm wearing that as my disguise,"

Then he started talking really fast and told me "yeah, yeah, keep that on. That's good. I'll uh... see you soon... real soon..."

Dear Diary...

(The following pages can be found in a Supergirl stickered notebook kept in Sam's office. If you are reading this... well I guess bathroom material wasn't ready available)

Dear Diary, 

Daphne goes to Manhattan 

And I stay here... 

Since my love of my life for five minutes has zipped out with tubby and the Asian guy that leaves me, again here, and time to think. Perhaps while I muse if this comic thing is real, I can think about other women in my life, that could be real and in my life.

Sure I could do a top ten list of women, but that is cliche so instead. Not to mention that lingering want of Mendez sketchbook, not that I still believe any of this is real - I'm just saying well.. It's time for a road trip.

I tell Frack to pack up the scooters and lets hit the road.

We make it up ot the only to be attacked by a overgrown Great Dane who won't stop humping Frack, while this group of people in a green van are completely out of their mind - then they said they liked a good mystery, so we hopped in the van and less than thirty minutes later I pulled off the mask of the bad guy stealing paintings from a 'haunted' home and it was Mr. Hinkles... Apparently that was the thing they liked to do, so they grabbed me and Frack and tossed us down the road.

Before we knew it, we had made it to a man whom is considered a god by the nation.

Yet, he only smiles and tells us the Force is like duct tape and search for meaning of it there. Then I took it upon myself to hang out with his crew and he asked us to leave. Who knew R2D2 was also a trashcan.

Anyways it didn't take long for us to eventually end up in New York swarmed by comic con and would be 'heroes' - the world was mixed with beautiful and ugly until the debate of Star Wars and Star Trek flooded out of control...

 And I was saved by a Angel.

Granted he took my wallet and made me feel dirty there was still hope, if only I could find Frack, maybe he wasn't eaten by Bigfoot. Yes this one.

And then just when things didn't seem to be going my way I seen it like a shining beacon, Sam's Comics. My Sam's Comics.. home of safety and the occasional cosplayer. 

I go inside and curl up to a army cot in the back, wondering where the meaning of this all began and I drifted off to sleep mumbling of ways to kill Parkman... well that and this.. 

Let's save that for another day.