Have you ever had some random stranger wave at you in the hallways yet you had no idea who they were? Then, they start talking about something you had never heard of before and

you try to go along with it in order not to be rude, nodding your head.

This person then walks away saying "bye, see you tomorrow!" and you can't help but feel envious of this close friendship. You wanted to say, "You must be mistaking me for someone else," but then you realize how important you really are.

If you were at least a little bit unique, she wouldn't have mistaken you for her friend. She would've walked on by and talked to her real friend. And best of all, you would never be reminded on how little you truly are.

I wanted to be unique. I never wanted to be mistaken as someone else, ever again.

So I decided to change my hair everyday.

Each day I would pull my hair up in a different way. Monday was a normal hair do. Tuesday I used one pony tail holder. Wednesday I used two. So on and so forth. I then realized that there were more people putting there hair up in one or two pony tails.

So I color coded it. Monday, yellow. Tuesday, red. Wensday, blue . . .ect.

Do I still do this pattern?

Of course not. I forgot the stupid day of the week. It's pretty obvious . . .

Kyon stopped as a car drove past us. After slamming that annoying elevator, he brought it onto himself to escape through the back entrance in a rush. Since the guy was pretty slow, I made chase and caught up with him easily. I still wondered why he was skipping cram classes but I guessed that it had something to do with note number two. At least I think so . . . ?

The Santa guy turned around to look at me with a scowl. Why does that expression remind me of a certain murderer? Guh . . . I told myself a million times that he was lying . . .

"Why are you still here?" he asked pretty rudely. I'm sorry but I'm not going to be talked to like that from this idiot.

"Where are you going anyway? Didn't you have class to go to?"

Kyon-Nick glared at me.

His weight shifted and his eyes went to his jean pockets. He's hiding something there, it's so obvious.

"Give it."

My glare towards him intensified and my hands held my hips in defiance. This loser isn't going to push me around. He looked away from my glare.

Defeated.

"Give what?"

I wanted to laugh at him but this game of cat and mouse had to end. Oh, yeah. I'm impatient, don't you remember?

"The. Note," I practically spelt out to him. He glanced at his pocket again. Yeah, give up the location of the evidence, some criminal you would turn out to be. If he was interrogated at the scene of a crime, he would look directly into the direction of incriminating evidence.

He's stupid.

"What note?"

Are you serious? Playing dumb? What, are you trying to extend the time of your death sentence? You're going to die anyway . . .

So I just went for it.

Now, before you get any ideas, there was no one around. The train tracks were empty of any passing trains and pedestrians didn't walk this road in the evening. And, I don't know this guy really so . . .it's not like that, all right? It's really important . . . to get that note I mean.

Sigh . . . I'll just shut up.

"What the –!"

I made a rush at his pants and dove my hand quickly into his pockets. He was too stunned to even fight back (I mean wouldn't anyone be?), so I easily got the note from his pocket.

All that was left was to read it . . .

"What the hell was that for?"

Shut up, moron. For once, the fate of the world is in my hands (literally) so I must ask fish lips to pipe down. I had no idea what would be on that paper but what I saw was this.

#7

A part of you has perished and can only be restored if you go to this destination inscribed here. There was a time when you would do things like this easily.

You should not have listened to that me, however.

I'm glad you listened to your heart . . .

John Smith . . .

I know this chapter's short but there's reason to my madness :).

Things start from here . . . and sorry for no update in a while, the next chapter (longer then this) will be posted tomorrow. I like the mixture of short and long chapters (it adds depth to my writing).

See yeah!