Youre not going to murder me in the night, are you? Emily asks. Hahaha. Thats funny, I say. Of course, Im not going to murder her in the night. I need my laptop back first. Thats the whole point of making friends with Emily Harper, author of the hugely successful novel Diary of an Octopus. So I could get into her apartment and take back whats mine. Emily doesnt know who I really am. She thinks Im her biggest fan, her new best friend who happens to need a place to stay for a few days. She doesnt realize the laptop she foundand tookfrom a busy airport almost two years ago was mine. I dont care about the laptop, just what's on it: my diary. I kept it many years ago as a troubled thirteen-year-old girl with a vivid imagination and a flair for the dramatic. Now she's published it as her own. She thinks it's a story about a schoolgirls crush on her teacher, but shes wrong. Its a story about a murder. Two murders, if you count the hamster. She thought it was okay to make a few changes and publish it under her own name, but she was wrong about that too. Because, sometimes, truth is deadlier than fiction.