My Lovely Mini Notebook

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Hello. This is a sad story.

I used to write every jokes or funny moments that my guys created. I even write them like dialogue script and the date. It needs one small note. It was green. And, it's gone. Somewhere.

I always brought it to my pray every Saturday afternoon in school church (recently have some sudden schedule on Saturday so don't go there). But still don't get it back.

On the first page there are my name, Renren's kanji, "@KoyukiUzumaki", and my old phone number.

I still hope it back. There are sweet memories in it. It can flow me back to the times when I still was a shs student who often come earlier, knock the class door even though no one didn't exist yet. My spirit is those guys. They are with me both when I am sad or happy.

I am maybe exaggerating but for the first time I notice the real meaning of friendship. Maybe too, I am the only one who think it among them, but indeed I feel that. For the first time I love my friends deeper than my siblings (out of people in my home), hahaha. I sacrifice without thinking twice. I was disappointed every time I couldn't help them :')

I don't want to say goodbye to it. I STILL HOPE YOU BACK, MY NOTE. SOMEWHERE. PLEASE.