Chapter 2- The Diary
"Kudo, give it up!" Ai said as they walked to Agasa's house from school. "That girl obviously doesn't want to talk to you."
Conan had tried desperately through all of his remaining classes to get Irene's attention, but she had always found a way to avoid him.
"Who said anything about talking?" Conan said with a smile. "She just owes me a pencil."
"Cut the humor, Kudo. You have that look in your eye and I'm telling you DROP IT."
Conan stopped walking for second. He could've sworn-
Ai stared at him. "What's up, Kudo?"
"Nothing. Nothing. Anyway, what does it concern you if I want to talk to someone?"
"You should know by now what happens when you stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
Conan was taken aback by this "Touché."
"I'm glad you see my point, Kudo. Promise me you won't go nosing around?"
Conan didn't answer. He had heard it again. Some one was following them.
"Hey, Ai I have something I have to do." Conan said turning around. "I think I left something at school."
Ai shook her head. "Geez, Kudo you become more like a kid every second." But she knew something was up. She sighed as she watched him run off. "I guess that was a no…"
Conan could hear the footsteps of their stalker retreating. He pulled out his watch ready to fire. He came around a corner and ran straight into Irene.
Books and paper fell to the ground around them and Conan immediately forgot about the person who had been following him and Ai. Maybe it had just been someone taking the same path. Besides, he needed to talk to Irene whether Ai wanted him to or not.
"Oops, sorry about that" Conan said dropping to his knees to pick up Irene's books.
Irene stood beside him. She seemed too scared to move, but Conan didn't notice. He was too transfixed in the books this girl was carrying. Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie novels? Now why was a first grader reading these…?
Irene snapped out of it and grabbed the books from Conan's hands stuffing them into her book bag, and immediately started running.
"Hey, Irene! Wait!" Conan yelled, but she was already too far ahead to hear him. He doubted she would have stopped anyway.
That's when he noticed a small book lying a couple feet away from him. He walked over a picked it up. "Diary" was printed on the front of it.
