June 23, 2010 Last day of school.

The last 2 months have been a long drag. Nothing interesting happened until today. I was getting stuff out of my locker when i saw a loose piece of paper on the floor. I decided to pick it up. The same handwriting as last time. Isabella's. I stowed them in my backpack and went home.

I took it out later. And I began to read it. The note looked like it had been torn out of a notebook.

February 11, 2006

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on.

I heard something pass the window. Then something dropped into the window area. Then i heard footsteps running away. I walked outside and picked it up out of the window well so our basement wouldn't flood again. A single notebook was there. I opened it to the first page. Right there was written:

Property of Isabella Garcia-Shapiro

My heart skipped a beat. I had dirt on the most popular girl in the school. The bully of my street. The person making my life stink. The PERFECT revenge. Revenge could easily backfire. In my life, it had done so often. I decided to keep it a secret from my friends. So, I took it and hid it. How had it gotten in my possession?