"Ch-Chara.. Just.. Calm down.. Get away from there.."

"What am I doing? This isn't mine, I shouldn't be doing this. Chara is dead, but she still deserves her privacy. Doesn't she?"

(This is to test Narration) I look up at her and she's crying, too. I curl myself into her and she tightens her grip around me. She holds me like that for a few minutes, before she sends me to class. The rest of the day goes by in a blur. As the final bell rings, I head to my locker. I open it to get my backpack, and a book falls to the floor. I lean down and pick up the book and tilt my head. The small black notebook isn't mine. I open it and on the inside cover, a name is written in the center: Chara Dreemurr.