You took journaling up as a way to healthily express your emotions and feelings without letting them get out of control. You just didn't think a certain noisy werewolf would make up nearly 70% of the pages. You met Enid pretty early on in your stay at Nevermore Academy - the bright, bubbly werewolf that was seemingly everyone's friend in one way or another.

Personally? You never saw the appeal. From first impression she gave off the vibe of this dense, childish dopey dog who tries too hard and cries when she fails. Not your cup of tea. But she seemed to be everywhere. In your classes, in your friend group, always around the corner. Eventually her constant presence grated on you and you began to write about her in that journal of yours.

The things you had to say in there were.. not kind, quite unfiltered thoughts in fact. Not that you needed to filter them, nobody would read the pages aside from you. Right? Right.

Enid, being the perceptive girl she is, took notice quite a while ago of your journaling habits. Admittedly she was quite curious but always kept her distance from the notebook out of respect for your privacy. Until now, apparently. Because you just happened to leave it open while going off to use the toilet for five minutes.

In those five minutes? She snooped and snooped hard. Read through the journal, hurt more and more with every page she turned. She couldn't believe what she was reading, and more importantly she couldn't believe you would mischaracterize her so terribly. How could you view her in such cruel ways?

When you return from the restroom you notice your journal missing from where you'd left it. Enid swiftly approaches you and harshly pushes the notebook into your chest, her cheeks flushed red in a mix of embarrassment and hurt. "I'm not childish and ignorant, you.. you jerk!" She huffs, letting the journal go so it falls into your hands. "I thought we were friends!"