Belle knows some stuff about her, I just know it, but what if she wont tell me? Or what if Belle does not know anything different than I. But still, I need all the help I could get. I don't know why, but I'm extremely compelled to know her name. If she does not tell me before the weekend, I don't know what I will do.

Well, at least I'm in ELA now. I did not really get any time to think during the first period of ELA, because we were presenting projects. But now it's over, and we are supposed to be reading a book. It's called The Giver, we are reading the last chapter. And then we will watch the movie in the second part of ELA.

But I read the book through already, so now Im just sitting here, thinking to myself as the others read. I look over to see if Belle was done reading. She is on her computer, so that means that, she is in fact done. And on her email!! Perfect!!

I emailed her

"What is the Girl's name?" 

She replied with,

"I don't know!"

I typed, "Well is there ANYTHING you could tell me about her? ALL I KNOW IS DAT SHE LIKES PEACHESH!!! And then her fav color is light blue and she loves drawing, but that's not very much."

She replied with a, "There is one thing, but I cant say it. Sorry!"

I  wrote back, "Okay, can u hint it to me? Okay, give me uno hint."

She types, "Okay, but JUST this once will it be direct. -We are the only ones.-"

"What does that mean? Tell me another!!!"

"No. I told u I would give you one hint. ONE hint. You got your hint, so don't ever ask for another. Am I understood!?"

"Yes..."

I close out of my email and close my computer lid. I look at her confused. She just shrugs her shoulders and starts packing up. The bell rings for us to go to band. 

I can't think during band, with all the trumpets and flutes and other instruments constantly playing. Not to mention, I have to play my instrument which is right next to the cymbals. If I forgot to tell you, I'm sorry. I play in percussion. Right next to the cymbals.

And then ELA interventions started. But since we read the whole book we were reading, we are watching videos on the whiteboard and then we have to tell something about it at the end. Crud, there is no time right now to think either! Ugh!!

The bell FINALLY rings for walkers to go home. We call people who either walk, bicycle, skateboard, or get a ride, walkers. Im a walker, since I get a ride from my mom most often. Anyway, Im walking to my locker. The email Belle sent me continuously echoed through my head, consuming my thoughts. We are the only ones? What does that mean!?!!?