This is my new fanfic. I hope you enjoy it. Please review it so I know how to make it better.

What is the purpose of a story? Is it just to entertain and inform others? No, it's much more than that. A story is a way to express our greatest desires and create our own fantasies. Under the words of every story, lie the wants and wishes of its author. A story is a way to express feelings, feelings that are locked up inside, afraid to be released. Feelings that hide when other people are around fly freely inside of stories. A story is a way to make our dreams a reality. No matter how crazy.

Rin's POV

I sit in my seat quietly, oblivious to everything surrounding me. The teacher instructing and the students chatting. I hear none of it. Laying on my desk is a yellow notebook, worn and frayed. It hardly looks usable anymore. Most people wouldn't hesitate to throw it out, but I wouldn't. Inside this notebook is the focus of my life. My stories. Why are my stories so important people always ask me.

Making friends never came easy to me. I was always quiet, shy, and kept to myself. In elementary school, lots of the kids thought I was weird, since I rarely talked to anyone. During recess, I didn't swing on the swings. I didn't slide down the slides or play hopscotch. Every day, I would sit inside and write stories in my little, yellow notebook. Sometimes one of my classmates would try to reach out to me. "What are you writing about?" they would ask. I would try to answer, but the truth is I could never tell them. I always had ideas for a story, but I could never decide on a character. And you can't write a story without a main character.

Every day until 6th grade, I spent all my time trying to create characters for my stories. As much as I tried I could never find inspiration for my characters. So I could never write a story, no matter how many ideas I had.

One day, I decided I would make myself a character. Why not? I knew myself pretty well, so it wouldn't be hard to create a character of myself. So I did. She would be the girl in all of my stories. She has short, blonde hair that she always tied with a bow. That was the only definite thing about her. Depending on the story, her personality would change. Sometimes she would be the heroin, the person everyone looked up to. Sometimes she would be the villain, the evil everyone feared. She could be sociable and have lots of friends, but she could also be quiet and shy.

She was my first character, but she still wasn't enough to write a story with. Not a single story only has one character. She needs someone else, I always thought. Who though? I wanted it to be a boy. The boy could be her lover, her friend, her enemy. He could be anything. But what would he look like? What he be like? I could never decide, until 6th grade, when I met him.

It was the first day of 6th grade, and the only thing in my backpack was my little, yellow notebook. As I arrived at school, I saw everyone meeting up with their friends, talking about their vacations, except for me. I was alone, but I didn't care. I didn't need friends, as long as I had my stories.

I walked to my first class, Reading, which had always been my favorite. When I came in I noticed everyone was standing along the wall, waiting to get their seating arrangements. I stood alongside my classmates, awkwardly. They were all chatting, but I stood there silently.

Suddenly, I saw someone standing in front of me, smiling. "Hello," he stuck his hand out to me to shake. "I'm Len." I stared at the boy for a moment. He looked strangely like me. The same blonde hair (except his was longer than mine and in a ponytail). His eyes were an aqua blue color, and he had a smile that was contagious. I looked at his face again, and couldn't help but smile. I shook his hand and introduced myself. "I'm Rin Kagamine."

The boy started to laugh. Was he making fun of me? "What are the chances? We have the same last name?" he giggled. "Really?" I asked, excited. He nodded, and said, 'Maybe we will get to sit next to each other." I smiled at him. For the first time, I thought I had made a friend. I also found the perfect character for my stories.

To my luck the teacher had sat us alphabetically by last name, and I got to sit next to Len. Every day I came into class, and was greeted by his smile. And I always smiled along with him. During class hours, I would pull out my little, yellow notebook and start writing, ignoring the teacher. The stuff we were being taught was easy enough to learn, and I didn't want to waste precious writing time.

Ideas for stories flowed through my head. My hand couldn't write fast enough as my brain could think. I had my two characters, and the possibilities were endless. The boy, who always wore a ponytail, and the girl, who always had on a white bow, were the main focus of every story. Sometimes they would be twins, sometimes they would be lovers. I could make them whatever I wanted.

My little, yellow notebook began to fill quickly, and I was scolded many times for not paying attention in class, but I didn't care at all. Soon, I had finished my first story and I couldn't wait to show Len. I thought he should read it first, because he was the inspiration for one of my characters.

The day I went to show him the story, I found him standing with a group of boys. One was blue-haired and the other had purple-hair. Weird. I walked up to him clutching my notebook to my chest. "Len," I squeaked. He turned behind to me, smiling. "Hey Rin." I smiled back at him. "Len, I have something to show…" Just then the blue-haired boy cut me off. "Len what are you doing?" Len gave him a confused look. I watched as the two boys pulled Len into a corner and started whispering to him. I stood in my spot, waiting patiently for Len to come back.

After a few minutes of waiting, I noticed that Len and his friends had disappeared. Oh well, I thought. I'll show it to him tomorrow. Unfortunately at school the next day, the teacher had switched seats and I didn't sit next to Len anymore. I tried to show the story at other times, but he always avoided me. He didn't even look at me anymore. Soon, we became strangers. It was like we had never met.

Even though Len had drifted away from me, I never forgot about him. I still used his character in my stories, and he was still in my classes. Now that the two of us are in the 9th grade, he has even more friends. He has had a countless number of girlfriends. That doesn't matter to me though. I still remember him as the boy who wanted to be my friend.

I snapped out of my day dream about Len and returned to writing in my notebook. Right now I was writing a story I titled KOKORO. It was a story about a lonely scientist who creates a robot to keep him company. However the robot doesn't have a heart, and therefore can't feel emotion. The scientist works all his life to create a "heart' for the robot, and finishes just before he dies. But he doesn't give it to the robot. Many years later, the robot discovers this program called KOKORO, and opens. She finds herself flooded with emotions of happiness and sadness. This is where I'm stuck. How should I end the story?

While I think, I don't notice Mr. Kiyoteru, my teacher, writing on the board. Creative writing assignment, the board reads, even though I don't see it. Mr. Kiyoteru begins to explain to the class the assignment, and I begin to listen as soon as I hear creative writing. Finally, and assignment made for me.

After class, I have free period, and I spend that period writing. I like to write on the roof of the school. It's quiet and no one is there to bother me. I grab my little, yellow notebook from my desk and head to the roof. I flip through the notebook looking at all the stories I've written. Prisoner, Trick and Treat, The Riddler Who Can't Solve Riddles, Skeleton Life, Daughter/Servant of Evil, the list goes on and on.

I arrive on the roof with my notebook and pencil in hand, ready to write. I sit down near the edge of the school. From there I can see almost the entire town, and the view of the blossoming trees in the schools front yard is incredible. I sit down, and open my notebook, when I hear shuffling behind me.

I turn around to see who it is, and to my surprise it's Len. Except he's different. His hair is longer, his body is more muscular, and he's much taller. He doesn't look as much like a girl (well except for his hair). I stare at him for a moment just to make sure it's really him. I'm sure it is now.

Len gives me a funny look and waves his hand in front of my face, "Hello?" he asks. I snap back to reality. "Hello," I quickly reply. He laughs at my answer. I see that he still has that same smile. The smile that I could never forget from so long ago. "What are you doing," he asks, pointing to my notebook. "I'm writing," I smile him. "Can I see?" he asks, gesturing for me to hand him the notebook. I've waited so long to show him one of my stories, but now I'm hesitant.

Why does he suddenly have an interest in my stories? Why is he talking to me? And why is he on the roof? I go to the roof every day, and there has never been a anyone there. That's when I hear snickering coming from the stairwell that leads to the 3rd floor of the school. The door to the stairs is slightly open, and I can see blue and purple heads sticking out of it.

That's what this was. A joke. Just some prank to make fun of me. I should have known that he didn't want to read my stories. This wasn't the same Len I had become friends with years ago. I stood up and glared Len. "No, you may not read them," I growled. "Go away."

"Come on. I just want a peek," he tried to convince me. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hand it over him. What would he do with it? Would he tear it to shreads or read it and laugh at my stories? I couldn't risk it. I watched as Len came closer to me. He was going to steal my notebook.

I made a dash for the door. I'm not very athletic, so I couldn't run very fast. When I reached the stairs, I heard the laughing voices of Len's friends running down. I turned behind me to see Len closing in, smiling. I zipped down the stairs, holding my notebook close to my chest. I wouldn't let him have it.

I ran down the stairs until I reached the second floor. This was where most of my classes were so I knew this area pretty well. I looked a good place to hide. I saw an open glass door that lead to the balcony on the second floor. I heard Len's footsteps coming closer, and I ran outside. I tried to hide out of view, but there was nowhere to hide. This had been a bad idea.

"Caught ya," I heard a voice say behind me. I turned slowly, to see Len standing there. "Please give me the notebook. If I don't get it my friends will think I'm a wuss." I don't if he thought that would make me pity him or what, because I gripped my notebook even tighter. "You can't have it," I screamed at him. He walked closer to me, and with every step he took, I backed up. Soon I was leaning close to the railing.

Len was approaching fast, and I was beginning to get scared. I didn't want him to have my notebook. I felt like crying out of anger and sadness. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Len took one step closer, and I stepped back, not noticing the Hatsune Miku lunchbox that had been left on the ground.

"Give me the notebook please, Rin," Len asked, stepping closer. I gasped. He remembered my name. That feeling of joy didn't last though. I took one step back, and tripped on the lunch box behind me feet. Before I knew it, I was flying though the air, and the balcony railing was too low to stop me. I felt my notebook fly out of my hands and saw it land right in Len's. I wanted to cry out, but I noticed I was no longer on the ground.

I was falling. Falling of the second floor balcony. Straight towards the ground.

Len's POV

I had chased Rin all the way to the second floor balcony. I felt bad chasing her and trying to steal her notebook. I know how important it is to her. But my friends dared me to take it, and I'll look stupid if I don't get it.

I take a step towards Rin and see tears forming in her eyes. Please don't cry, I think to myself. "Give me the notebook please Rin," I ask. For a moment, she seems stunned, but quickly steps backwards. She trips on the lunchbox that was behind her.

The notebook flies from her hands and straight into mine. Perfect. I'm about to open the notebook, but I don't hear Rin's cries of protest. I look up from the notebook, and notice she's not standing there. Where did she…oh no.

I race to the edge of the balcony where Rin had been standing, and look at the ground. Right underneath the balcony, lies the body of a short, blonde haired girl with a bow. Rin. And she isn't moving.

I sprint down the stairs to the first floor, and outside. Rin is still lying there by herself. Where are Kaito and Gakupo? I thought they were watching. I rush out to Rin, and hold her in my arms. I check for a heartbeat, but I don't feel anything. Rin please don't be dead. But I'm doubtful, she's still alive. She fell an entire story, and might have landed on her head.

I grab my yellow cellphone out of my pocket and dial 911. "911, How may we help you," a calm voice says on the other side. "A girl, she's fallen. Off a building. Please help me," I try to speak calmly, but tears are starting to get the best of me. "Where are you?" the calm voice says. "The front of the high school. Please hurry," I'm sobbing now. "We'll be there as soon as we can," the voice says and then hangs up.

Now it's just me sitting here with Rin. Alone. My tears won't stop. I regret doing this stupid dare. I regret trying to steal Rin's notebook. I regret abandoning her in her time of need. Rin, I'm so sorry.

Sorry for the short Len POV, but I felt Rin should really be the highlight of this chapter. By the way, do any of Rin's "stories" look familar. ;)