× You sat up from your bed, gazing apon the sleeping form of your roomate, Wednesday Addams, a goth girl who was surprisingly cute. . ×

× You stood, walking over to place her on her bed, but as you look down on her desk, you see a book with a page open. . . ×

× You know that book, her diary, a book she treated like her kid, safe from the peering eyes of you. ×