Thank you all so much for the reviews and support! It really really helps me write more and I'm going to need it with this story. I'm not exactly sure I planned this out very well. xD We'll see where it goes, I guess.

I apologize for spelling mistakes. The program I use is great! But it doesn't have spell check. :(

The first entry will be Bonnie. If it gets confusing, I'll start coding it for the two so you know who is saying what.

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I didn't think this sort of thing would ever happen to me, you know? A stranger wanting to know me. Even though you say you aren't some form of creep, you very well could be. This whole thing is a little fishy. But I'm willing to play along and assume you really do go to school here and aren't my mom or something trying to get me to come out of my room for once.

Why did you choose the color red? It's too close to pink.

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I had gotten to school early the next morning to place the notebook in locker 519. I hadn't seen anyone around (if this person didn't want to know me, then I didn't want to know them), so it's safe to assume there wasn't anyone watching me.

After placing the notebook in the bottom of the locker, I quickly walked away in fear someone was watching me or seeing me put things into a supposedly empty locker (there wasn't anything in the locker, so I couldn't have figured out who was this mystery person that way, if I had wanted to).

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Throughout my classes, I couldn't help but wonder who this other person was. Yes, I didn't want to know who they were yet, but a girl can be curious. Of course, I could do finger print scans and such, but that would take the fun out of everything (having access to all the scientific equipment has it's ups and downs, yes). So, I suppose I'll wait and see just who this person could be. Maybe I can pay attention to how this person writes and figure it out by watching the people around me.

It would take more time and it would be difficult, but there's never been something I couldn't have do.

But then again, where's the fun if I have it all figured out?

Deep in thought, I wasn't particularly paying attention to where I was going. I knew I was heading in the direction of the library. So it wasn't really a surprise when I knocked right into someone, sending papers and people flying in different directions.

Looking up from my spot on the ground, I noticed the other person sitting across from me. She wasn't someone I had ever seen before. She had long hair, maybe a little bit longer than mine, and it was the darkest of colors. She wore a simple gray tank top and bright red cowboy boots.

"I'm so sorry!" I quickly stood up, offering her my hand. I pulled her up and began picking up all of her papers I had knocked over.

"You don't have to pick those up, you know," the girl said. I looked up at her, really looking more into her features than obvious things about her.

She had eyes as dark as her hair, pale skin, and what looked like vampire bites on her neck (tattoos I assumed). She carried a large black book bag with her and what looked to be a guitar case. I fumbled around with the papers a bit more, a little surprised I hadn't noticed or met this girl before.

"Uh, no, I knocked you over, it's only right that I pick it all up," I said, handing the mysterious girl her papers back. She smirked a little, looking me up and down. I couldn't help but push my toes together in slight embarrassment.

"It's cool, it's cool." She took the papers from my hand, pushing her guitar case to rest on her back. She smiled, a little deviously, I might add, and walked past me, going on about her day.

Weird.

I reached the library without any other incidents and found a table to sit at in the very back. I quietly pulled out the black notebook I had grabbed earlier, noticing pictures of apples and strawberries drawn on the inside cover. So this person liked fruit?

I turned to the next entry, words neatly scribbled on the lined paper in the smear-free red ink.

I can assure you I am no creep.

Red is the color of love, dude! Not only that but of all things tasty. Red is the color of blood. I wear something red everyday, it's the best color there is. Why do you choose pink, hm?

On a different note, tell me something about yourself that won't give who you are away. I want to know you, we're soon to be best friends, right? A girl can only guess so much by the others favorite color.

At the very bottom of her, as stated in the small paragraph, entry, she wrote a big number three.

I wonder what that could mean.

I wonder who she is.