"Soooo boooored," Lapis Lazuli moaned as she sank lower into the poufy old armchair in the farthest back corner of her neighborhood library. It was the middle of summer vacation and she had finally decided that reading wasn't going to distract her from anything right now. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get lost in any book. It was awful. Despite the looming despair she felt, her eyes kept scanning the nearby shelves, trying to find something that at least looked interesting.

Aha! There was something. Leaning forward, Lapis pulled a slightly worn neon green-covered book off the shelf. There was no title visible, but it was worth a try at least, Lapis figured. Sitting back in the chair, Lapis placed the open book in her lap and turned to the first page. It was written in handwriting, to her surprise, and was written as a diary. Cool, Lapis smiled. She always liked it when authors experimented with style. The handwriting was slightly messy, but that didn't bother her.

Tuesday Oct. 14th, 2015 A.D,the first entry was dated.
Mother once told me that keeping a journal of my younger years is important, since when I'm older and perhaps famous, it'll be useful if I can remember what happened to me back then. Jaz laughed at me when I bought this journal – diary, she called it – but what does my big sister even know about it? Nothing, that's what. I just hope nobody reads this. I'll have to find a good hiding spot. Anyway I'll start out my journal by listing a few facts about myself, because my opinion of myself might change and it's important to track progress in my thinking process. At least that's what Mother says.
First of all, my appearance. I have weird green eyes and really puffy blonde hair that never really can be controlled. I usually keep my bangs tied up with a green hair tie because my favorite color is green. My skin is really light colored with a lot of freckles even though I don't go in the sun much. I wear glasses because I'm farsighted and I can't see very well without them, up close anyway. I'm kinda chubby, which I don't like, but I'd DIE before I went to the gym or something so... yeah. I'm also short, like, 5'1'' or something. It sucks, and I mean like, I'm 17 so I'm not gonna grow any taller.
As for my personality, I've had lots of people call me a nerd or a geek because I'm good with robots and math and I read a lot, and some call me a jerk or a robot because I don't show emotions much. I don't care what they call me even if it is insulting. I've kinda fallen into a mindset of not caring what people say. I just have to make sure they don't find out anything more, like something pretty big: I'm gay. I mean, homosexual, if I wanna use the correct term, or lesbian. If the kids at school found out thought, it would be awful, so I keep quiet about it.
This is of course meant to be a journal or a diary. I'll probably update it every day.

Lapis grinned, pushing a lock of her blue-dyed hair out of her eyes. Whoever wrote this story was pretty talented, to be sure. The character felt totally real.

Wednesday Oct. 15th
Yesterday I started this journal by describing myself. Today I'll finish the introduction and tell about my day. It'll have to be quick because Jaz is calling me. Jasper. She's my half-sister; we have different dads. We're really different but we both always help each other out. Mother's not really close to either of us because she's busy all the time. I don't actually know why I'm explaining things but like I said, maybe it will be interesting to read this someday when I'm older and see how I thought of my life back when I was 17.
Today was a totally normal day and I might as well tell about it. I wake up at six and get to the bathroom before Jaz does. Breakfast is usually cornflakes. I take the bus. Jaz always sits with her friends and I sit in the back and watch everyone. At school I go through my classes normally (always get straight A's. Or well almost always) and during English I always spend like half the time watching that girl who sits in the front of the room – she's really pretty. I don't even know her name or anything and she's probably not into girls but I can dream.
Lunch I sit alone, or sometimes with a few other of the "nerds". Once I get home (I never stay after school unless I have robotics club) I play Minecraft or read and do my homework or something. Usually Jaz and I have pizza for supper because Mother is rarely home to make food. Honestly my life is boring.

Lapis tapped her chin thoughtfully as she read on, smiling once or twice at a particularly amusing sentence. About halfway into the journal, she read a paragraph that almost made her drop the book.

...that girl in my English class actually talked to me today. I haven't talked much about her in my journal because watching her is basically just a part of my routine, but today, as I was leaving class, she smiled said hi. So I said hello back. I never did describe her, did I? She has blue eyes and tan skin with these really faint freckles, and her hair is short and it's dyed a nice shade of blue. She's short, only a bit taller than me, but a lot thinner and more graceful. Anyway she just said hi, I don't know why, and that was it, but it was still pretty cool.

That could practically be a description of Lapis herself! Suddenly suspicious, Lapis closed the book, although she kept her thumb in it to mark her spot. Carefully she inspected the binding, looking for a publisher's mark or something. There was nothing. Could this be a real person's diary? Lapis wondered. Did I just read a real person's diary? She was still doubtful. What were the odds of her finding this diary that apparently belonged to a girl in her English class? On second thought, it was actually not that unlikely. Lapis thought about it, running her finger over the cover of the book. Was there a Peridot at her school? There might be. She couldn't remember. If there was – and this was real – and that girl really had a crush on her – well, that would certainly be... interesting. But wait, if this was someone's actual journal, would it be too rude to read on?

Despite her doubts, Lapis couldn't resist re-opening the diary and reading more. There was nothing more about the girl Peridot had a crush on, to her disappointment, not until the second-last page with writing on it (about a quarter of the book was still blank).

...oh, and today the Blue Girl (which is what I call the girl in my English class) presented to the class. Everyone did, actually, except me since I recorded my presentation and gave it to the teacher – but the thing is, I SWEAR the Blue Girl was staring RIGHT at me the whole time. I can't even remember what she spoke about, because her eyes were like, boring into me... it was distracting. I wish I had the courage to talk to her but I doubt she remembers I exist, most of the time. Plus our English teacher never has us work in teams or groups or ANYTHING, which means I never talk to her.

Lapis closed the book and carefully placed it back on the shelf, trying to process what this meant. She was pretty convinced by now that this was real, and somehow that scared her. She'd have to find out on Monday if there really was a girl in her English class named Peridot. If there was, well... she'd do something. Without revealing that she'd read this diary, of course. Otherwise, she'd just dismiss this book as an uncanny coincidence. That would be a truly strange coincidence, but it was technically possible. Right?

"Hey... Steven! Do you know if there's a girl named Peridot in our class?"

"Oh! Yeah she sits in the back of the room. Haven't you ever seen her before?"

"Not really, no." Although I have the feeling that might change.