As days dragged by, I’d gotten closer with my timid silver-haired classmate, Xandria .We hang out more often these days, prattling about random stuffs. In fairness, she was so talkative every time we talked. She could go from mute to extreme. One time, she showed me a notebook. She also told me that I was the first one to see that notebook she always kept with her.
Could it be a Burn Book? Like what The Plastics in Mean Girls have? Wherein they write there all the snarky remarks about a certain person? No, Xandria’s personality was a far-cry from those characters in Mean Girls. I discarded the thought.
"Err... what is this? Do you want me to fill up in this slum note? " I teased.
She just shook her head and flipped the first page. Instantly, I gawked at the several lists of familiar nam
