When I woke up, I found myself in my comfortable king sized bed. Thank goodness that was all a nightmare. Or so I thought. When I saw Mom and Ryder sitting next to my bed, I knew I had not been dreaming after all. Grandma was coming! It can't be! I haven't even found a hiding place for my secret diary. 😧😨😭

I reluctantly got out of bed after Mom threatened to throw away my phone and use driving licence as fuel for the furnace. I showered and pouted as I slipped into a crop top, biker shots and black converse sneakers. My siblings and Father were already at the front yard, waiting for the arrival of the worst Grandma alive. Ryder and Mom appeared beside me, like two bodyguards. I sighed. There is going to be a lot of drama.

"When is Grandma going to arrive? We've been waiting here for almost an hour!" My younger brother groaned in frustration.

Suddenly, there was a rustle at the bush across the street. And there came Grandma crashing out of the bush in her majestic polished neon pink motorcycle. That motorcycle was so beautiful that it made my own motorcycle look like a cell.

My reaction to Grandma's entrance:

Grandma got off her motorcycle and took of her helmet. She beamed at us and hugged all of us, not realizing
Ryder was a stranger.

"Good morning everyone! As you may heard, I'm staying here until next summer. In my stay, you should expect tons of fun! We'll be going to amusement parks, visiting the meme museum, visiting chocolate factories, eating at buffets, laugh at the weird people in supermarkets, ride on my motorcycle and much, much more!"

My stupid siblings and forever drunk parents started cheering after her questionable introduction. Ryder was- wait.... is he excited?😨 What?!

Grandma clapped her hands for attention. She then cleared her throat and announced, "I have some great news everyone!" Grandma beamed at me. This can't be good. Why on earth is she doing that? I hope none of her friends are coming for a sleepover. "Emily's getting married!"

There was a moment of silence until Ryder spoke up. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid Emily has a boyfriend in your absence. And that person is me." However, Grandma ignored him and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, a boy magically appeared next to Grandma. The boy just appeared out of thin air. The boy also seems strangely familiar. It took me quite a while to figure out who he was. Wait a minute, is that Harry from school?

Ryder was shocked. Suddenly, he jumped back and yelled, "VAMPIRE!" Harry is a vampire and not a wizard? Wow. "Yes, indeed I am a vampire. I drank a potion to hide my identity. I also drank a potion to make me immune to the sun." Harry replied with a smirk.

Suddenly, Ryder hissed at Harry and yelled, "THIS.... IS..... SPARTA!!" Grandma looked amused and pulled out some popcorn out of thin air. Did she attend Hogwarts? It didn't matter now. My precious Ryder was fighting in a death battle. It was the ultimate fight, a vampire and a werewolf. I must write this in my diary!

Emily's Secret Diary October 2017

you won't believe what's happening. ryder and harry are fighting. they're fighting over me! this is unbelievable! i don't know who would win. i hope it would be ryder and not that weird shipper harry. grandma is very  unreasonable. how could she do this to me? i have the right to choose who i want to marry. this is so unfair. i wonder if i can marry ryder if he wins the battle. if that's the case, i must have faith in ryder!!

The fight was extremely intense. There was a lot of hissing and snarling. Both parties were trying to be more intimidating. I cheered for Ryder while my siblings took a video of them fighting. Mom, Dad and Grandma were eating popcorn. Aren't they afraid to gain weight? Beats me.

Anyway, Harry seems to have the upper hand as he has Ryder cornered. Not wanting Ryder to loose, I gave out words of encouragement. A crowd appeared, curious what was the commotion about.

I quickly shooed the crowd away while Harry kicked Ryder in the stomach. I gasped as Harry landed another attack on Ryder. Ryder was kicked in the shin and stumbled into some trash cans. Harry was merciless. He didn't wait for Ryder to stand up before punching him in the cheek. Harry's fist connected with Ryder's jawline with a loud 'creak'. There was blood streaming down Ryder's cheek. It was evident that Ryder was in pain. The fight was extremely painful to watch. I change my mind. Merciless was not the right word to describe Harry. He was ruthless. Afterwards, Ryder was tossed like a rag doll. This time, he landed on the dark, hard concrete road with a loud thud.

Feeling disheartened, I screamed, "I LOVE YOU RYDER!" Filled with a new sense of determination, Ryder suddenly clawed at Harry's face. The match didn't last long after Harry was kicked in the face. Harry stumbled backwards and landed on the ground. There was a visible black eye on Harry. He know looked like he was a pirate wearing an eye patch.

"Get lost." Ryder ordered. Harry snarled at Ryder before disappearing in the horizon. Ryder's injuries miraculously disappeared when I hugged him. "I don't know what I'll do without you. Perhaps I'll feel depressed." I said. Grandma looked at me at disapproval. I know what's going to happen. She's gonna lecture me. How lovely. I know right?

"Emily, you're not depressed. Do you even know what depression is? This is not a laughing matter young lady. Depression is that feeling of hopelessness and not wanting to live anymore. It is not feeling upset when you're having a bad day. You make depression sound like a joke when it isn't. Stop making fun of mental disorders. Do your own research before using that word. Oh a-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Are we done yet? C'mon Ryder, let's get out of this trash pile."

"What?! That insolent brat! I'm going to teach her some proper manners and bleach her stupid hair!"

I hopped onto my motorcycle with Ryder and took off. On the way to the mall, I checked my phone to see if I have any unread messages. There was
one. But it was not good news. It was
terrible news. I'm not working at the pizzeria anymore! :(

I totally forgotten to go for my interview yesterday. I cri every time. So the job is now given to someone else more responsible. Whatever. I won tons of cash money from the competition. Who in the world is that poor peasant that needs to work?  Mom tried calling me on my phone demanding me to apologise to Grandma. Like I would apologise to that fool. Mum even sent me a picture of Gumball's mother with white eyes. Such questionable humour. No wonder Mom doesn't have any friends unlike me, her flawless daughter. (Insert perfect hairflip)