November 24

Mr. H must have some sort of twisted sense of humor, or he just really likes to annoy me. I'm a regular at WildKat, I'll go, order a cup of coffee, and chat with Mr. H. Usually I'm there once a day or so. So I walk in today, and Mr. H shoves this journal into my hands saying, "Unload all your teen angst here Phones, and not in my shop." Oh, come ON! I'm not that bad! And the man puts up with freaking JOSHUA! Well, I originally intended to use it as a sketchbook. But it looks like Mr. H can read minds or something. "Oh, and if you just use it as a sketchbook I can very easily ban you from the shop." he says with a grin on his face. What. The. Hell?! And so I trudged home, resigning myself to my fate. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Neku Sakuraba, 15 years old. I'm friends with Shiki, Beat, Rhyme, and (I guess by the loosest definition) Joshua. I like art and hope to be an artist when I'm older.

So I guess I'm supposed to write down crap that happens day to day. Um... I was hanging around the shopping district of Shibuya today, and who should show up but that prick, Joshua. "Neku! What a pleasant surprise! And just when I was starting to get bored, too." Normally when you hear those words from Joshua, you turn around and run like hell. See, Josh has this annoying little quirk where he tends to kill people when he's bored. Namely, me. A gun to the face is not equivalent to hello, Joshua. However, I was pretty bored too, so I let him follow me around.

God, I hate him.

-Neku

A/N: I AM NOT DEAD! And for once in my life, I'm writing something NOT Vocaloid! So yeah, I'm willing to bet nobody reading this knows me. So I can totally pretend to be cool! ...Yeah. R&R!

-Neko