In the aftermath of Van Gogh's 1888 breakdown that resulted in the self-mutilation of his left ear. Van Gogh voluntarily admitted himself to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum. During the year Van Gogh stayed at the asylum, The Starry Night was painted.

So dear diary,

So the first thing I did when I woke up this morning was check out the msytery drawing.

She added stars.

And they weren't those five pointed fake looking stars. They looked liked crystal balls, or like ghost in the sky.

Whoa, I just got kind of poetic here.

But anyway, she added stars.

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Somehow, someway, for some reason Mr. Matthews started talking about cell phones.

Bla bla we rely on our phone too much. Bla bla he's old. Bla bla we're a emotionless, souless genration. Bla bla our homework is to go to a real library. Bla bla no cell phones.

That really didn't bother me. I hardly really use it outside texting Riley. See I'm like the one person left in the world that dosen't have a smart phone, an ulimited data plan, or any of that. Yea, I know that's so lame.

"For this asignment you'll be parters."

There are only two people I partner with. Riley or Farkle. They like to take turns doing all the work. It was Farkle's turn.

Riley turned around and smiled at Lucas. He nodded and smiled back. So…I guess that made them partners. Anyway so we diceded to all go to the library together. I have a feeling that somehow, someway all of our partner projects are going to end up like that.

Of course we had to take to take the subway to the library. And of course there was Crazy Hat was the at the station sitting on her usaul bench.

Oh Crazy Hat is this homless woman who lives at the subway station. I don't know her real name, I just call her Crazy Hat because of the werid hats she wears. Tonight her hat was some kind of plant thing form a horror movie. She was also wearing this horrible plaid jacket.

Riley was kept whining about her cell phone.

"I really miss my phone. Come on, what am I supposed to do with my hands?" she yelped waving her hands around, "Why dose my dad also have to be my teacher? It's madness I tell you. Madness."

Crazy Hat started laughing.

"What are you laughing at Crazy Hat?" I bit.

"You kids and all of fancy phones. You can't walk, talk, or eat without thoose little srceens. That's what Jerry's always telling me."

I don't know who this Jerry is. I guess it's one of the animals she talks to.

"I swear I watch you kids these days" she went on, "It's like you're all zombies…spirits…"

"Like Ghost." I burred out. I don't know why. I just thought to say it. I guess maybe I wanted to sound a little smart or something. "Like ghost in the sky."

Farkle turn to me, "Maya, the dark, deep, troubled beauty. Farkle like."

I rolled my eyes to ignore him and looked over at Crazy Hat. She was smiling me looking very impressed.

"Ghost in the sky" Crazy Hat nodded, "I like that."

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So we finally got to this library. And it was dark and dusty and creepy.

"Tails of Human Interaction" Ranger Rick read.

I grabbed it and flopped it on the table, "Okay Farkle you know what to do with that."

Farkle opened the book, "Chapter one."

"I'm board, let's go to a movie."

And then there was this old lady telling us to shut up.

Farkle and I moved by the window. He handed me a pad of paper and a pencil and told me to take notes while he read.

But come on, how long has he known me?

Plus…I got kind of focused on something else. See, form the window there was this great view of the New York sky. You could really see the stars. It all just looked so pretty and cool, and I just ended up drawing. I just started with one star then I just kept going. And I know I should have been listerning to Farkle, but I just too focused to the sky. It was like the moon, the clouds, and the stars were all…like…connected.

"Wanta read back the notes?" I heard Farkle say.

"What notes?" I asked.

"You were supposed to be taking notes" He shruged, "Why bother? All we have is a pencil and pad, and what can we do with that?"

Then he took the pad. And honestly I got a little nevous. See, I don't really like people seeing my drawings. Because they suck. No one, not if Riley, had seen me draw. Well until tonight with Farkle.

"Maya I had no idea." he awed smiling at me.

That kind of meant a lot to me. And as I looked at the picture…I felt…good inside. Because it was good.

"Neither did I."

I looked over at Riley and Lucas. They were…taking and…looking at each other. I mean it looked like they were really happy.

I'm still not sure how I feel about it. It's like, I like seeing Riley happy, but I don't like seeing Riley happy with Lucas. Dose that make any sense?

I couldn't help looking at Riley more now. She's so pretty.

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So a day after we did our persentation Mr. Matthews calls and asks to meet him the library tonight. So okay I did.

The library didn't seem as creepy this time. I actally looked around while I was waiting for him. And on the sleves I actally found something cool, this big book called "The Great Book of Artist". It's about all these famous art works and artist. I flipped though the pages just scaning when I came upon a page I found interesting.

The Starry Night by Vincet Van Gogh.

"In the aftermath of Van Gogh's 1888 breakdown that resulted in the self-mutilation of his left ear." I read to my self, "Van Gogh voluntarily admitted himself to the Saint-Paul-de-Mausole asylum. During the year Van Gogh stayed at the asylum, The Starry Night was painted."

I laughed, "So Van Gogh painted this awesome painting while he was in a crazy farm, wow."

Then I heard the books on the top self moving.

"I'm not that tall." I called out to Mr. Matthews.

Then he started talking about spying on Riley.

"You're scared aren't you." I chuckled.

"I'm a father." he said.

I rolled my eyes. Mostly because, I kind of wonder how my dad would react.

"They're just friends. But you're forgetting that I don't have the techogoly."

Then he showed a black box. It was an phone, like an fancy smart phone.

"Now you do" he said.

"You got me a phone?"

"And I added you on our an unlimtied data plan too." He chuckled.

That was so…nice of him. And really…caring.

Then he pulled something else out.

"I also got you these."

Color pencils. Wow, I can't believe he thought to get those for me.

"You spy on Riley." he said, "And if something beautiful happens, draw me a picture."

So maybe, maybe, Mr. Matthews might actally care about me.