Hidden Message?

To be honest, I was starting to think that involving Yamazuki in this was a dumb idea. If I was just a character of some kind of god who's been writing my script. I'd still call him stupid for making me choose this path.

'You can't expect everyone to be as intelligent as you. This is one of all the things I've learnt from my life. I always used to be annoyed by the fact that most of the surrounding people had a hard time choosing the obvious answer. By surrounding people, I meant my sister and my classmates.

It was one of those reasons I didn't like to go to school. My classmates were so dumb that they always did something stupid which might create some troublesome problems in their life. One of them even got suspended for a month, for accidentally injuring a boy while throwing random things here and there for no reason at all. The first thing that comes to someone's mind is that "They're still a baby, it's normal for them to act like this."

Maybe it was normal, and I was the abnormal one.

Although there was that one student who had some common sense but still got expelled, I didn't pry into it. So I can't actually tell the reason.

I actually don't want to think about my sister. She was so annoying at that time that I actually wanted to beat the shit out of her. That might've sounded kind of aggressive, but you get it, right?

Something was bothering me about Yamazuki. She told me she'd demand her diary as the reward. Something felt off about it. She was kind of desperate to get that diary back. Was it because of her embarrassing rhymes? Or was there something else? I checked the diary but couldn't find anything interesting. Maybe I was looking too much into it. I would still do some research on it since I took a picture of every single page of that diary. The diary was pretty small, which made it easier.

Yamazuki wasn't as stupid as I thought she was. I was listening to their conversation carefully.

"I am pretty sure there isn't anyone in my room except me." She replied.

I let out a huge sigh of relief. At least she didn't give up.

"Huh? I was talking about my friend I am chatting with right now." He replied.

I felt irritated as he said that. He was planning to do something like this, and this was his backup plan if his assumption went wrong. What a cheeky bastard.

"Hmm? You're chatting with another dude while talking with me? That's not nice, you know." She replied with a pouty face, even though he wasn't able to see her face.

Yamazuki quickly tried to change the topic. If no one changed the topic, the situation would've been very awkward. Especially for Yamazuki.

"Oh, sorry. It was an important matter."

"Don't worry, I am not angry. I'll call you later if the matter's that important." She replied.

"Yeah, I'll call you later. Bye"

With that, he hung up the call.

Yamazuki looked at me and said, "Your work is done now, right?"

"I barely got any information from that conversation," I said.

"If I tried to push him, he might've got suspicious, right?"

"Can't deny that, but still. You could've at least asked him about what club he was in or any ways to contact him."

"You needed me to talk with him, right? The work is done, gimme my diary back."

"Ok fine," having no choice, I returned her diary.

"Thanks," she replied, while checking her diary, making sure that I hadn't done anything wrong with it.

After checking it for a while, she sighed in relief and looked at me.

"Did you find out anything from this diary?" She asked.

"Was there anything to find?" I glared at her.

She seemed kind of intimidated. She took a step back and gave me a serious look, which probably said something like 'Forget what I just said.

To be honest, I didn't think there was something secret hidden inside the diary. All it had some poems and some random red crayon marks. The crayon marks made me think that it was from her childhood. Though I am pretty sure a child won't have such a good vocabulary in their poems.

"Goodbye," Yamazuki said, as she left my house by slamming the door shut.

"Welp, that was a waste of time," I murmured.

Though it gave me a random clue. I took out my phone from my right pocket and opened the gallery to check those poems again.

To be honest, I was never interested in poems so I didn't try, no I didn't read her poems properly. Maybe there was something hidden since poems are one of the most effective ways to express your feelings.

I made my way upstairs and laid down on my bed, with random thoughts in my mind.