A/N: Hey guys! So... did anyone see the Haunted Hathaways? Frankie totally reminded me of Stevie for some reason. Dunno why... Anyways, here's your chapter. So go ahead and read.

(Kacey)

I'm in my house, and I'm just laying in bed out of boredom. Sure my house is big and fancy, but there's no one to talk to except Charles. Then I hear a ring from my computer. I decide to see who emailed me.

Dear Music Champ,

I was kind of wondering if you were writing to me, to be honest. So you think this whole SYF thing is stupid? Well, it's better than writing another essay. Texting and talking. You must sound like one of the populars. It's okay if you are cranky. I wouldn't exactly enjoy being proofread.

Yours truly,

Me, but I prefer to be known as Drumbeat

Seriously? I actually got a reply? And my SYF buddy thinks I'm a popular? I guess I should reply.

Dear Drumbeat,

I guess it's true that writing a simple email to an anonymous Brewster student is much more better than writing an endless essay. To be honest, I'm not a popular, but I'm not an outcast. I'm just right in the middle. The popular side is not all glamorous, from experience. Hmm... From your name, I guess you play the drums, or you have always wanted to play. Reply soon.

Sincerely,

Music Champ

Maybe this whole SYF thing wasn't so bad. At least it wasn't really stupid. I decide to call Grace.

"Hello?" I hear Grace ask.

"It's me Kacey! Whatcha doing?" I ask.

"Just waiting for my SYF buddy to reply." Grace says.

"Seriously? Waiting? How long have you been waiting?" I ask, and there is a long pause.

"Two..."

"Minutes?"

"Hours."

Hours? Two hours?

"Grace, don't you think that you are taking this whole SYF thing a little too far?"

"What, it's not like you don't like this whole SYF thing either." she says.

"Good point Grace. Stevie must be rubbing off you." I say, and then I hear a faint ding on the other end of the call. Grace's SYF buddy must've replied. Then I hear Charles calling me.

"I gotta go Grace. I'll call you later."

"Sure. I have an email to reply to anyways." Grace says gleefully.

"Bye Grace."

"Bye Kacey."

(Grace)

After all that waiting, FuriousPianist finally replies to my email. Okay, this whole SYF was totally addicting.

Dear Unicornlove,

How did you know I love Furious Pidgeons? The last time I addressed myself as FuriousPianist, people thought I was a pianist with anger issues. A lot of the rumors at Brewster say that Ms. Antariksa was the girl who had rumors spread about her. But they are just rumors, so we'll never know. So people think you are dumb? You do know that bubbliness and intelligence are not impossible to mix. I like bubbly people. They make me happy. You used to be a nerd? To be honest, I think I would've liked you if I saw you with your glasses using intricate words. And the Furious Pidgeons T-shirt would've made me have an instant crush on you. You shouldn't have changed yourself. I would've liked you just the way you are. Don't worry if I didn't reply, because I just did!

Your buddy,

FuriousPianist

A guy would've actually liked me with my glasses and Furious Pidgeons T-shirts? I know I'm not in the Perfs anymore, so I don't need to wear my frilly dresses anymore. Despite this, I wear dresses because I feel that I sort of belong at Brewster. I didn't want to be the outcast I used to be. I decide to reply.

Dear FuriousPianist,

I'm kind of secretly addicted to Furious Pidgeons. Sometimes, people think I'm reading a magazine, but I'm actually playing Furious Pidgeons on my phone. Ms. Antariksa did kind of fit into the whole thing. I mean, she told us a ton of life stories about her days at Brewster, and the whole thing seems to fit together. We just can't assume it's Ms. Antariksa. Hopefully, we'll figure it out. You actually think Furious Pigeons T-shirts and glasses on a girl would actually be considered cute? You must be blind, or you have a really good heart. You sound nice. Maybe I should change for a day, and see what people think of me...

Yours Truly,

Unicornlove

And... Send.