You're in your room at night, the thought of April was eating you up. The way she moved with the tessen, poignant; her mystic powers were also improving; despite what everyone said, she was such a nice girl.

"Dear angel, lacy; eyes white as daisies... Did I ever tell you that I'm not feeling well?" You wrote in your diary. This was such a complex feeling for a girl your age; perhaps if you tell her, she may pick you over those obsessed guys. Speaking of April, she's knocking on your window.