[b]September[/b]

"... and then they kissed."

Jesus [i]Christ[/i] do Fanfiction writers have no creativity whatsoever? [i]And this is why I'm glad I don't read or write Fanfics,[/i] September thought to herself, shutting her laptop and then sticking her tongue out at it. [i]But September,[/i] she protested to herself, [i]you were just reading a Fanfic![/i] "Just checkin' the competition," she grunted, standing from her desk and sweeping her backpack onto her shoulder. "These guys got nothing on me."

You see, writing about the real world always made for more interesting readings. Especially when the truths are modified and the universes screwed up. [i]Journalistic writing sure wouldn’t be for me either,[/i] September thought. 

And if she [i]did[/i] write about her findings in the school newspaper, there would be a real crapstorm, and she could be suspended. “For snooping and being dishonest,” September said in a mock-official tone.

It was slowly getting dark out, which meant that dark clothes were a must. Not that she wore anything but dark clothes anyways, but it was always a good thought to keep in mind. Blending into the background was rule number one for snoops and and dishonest people. 

Not that September was ever dishonest, you know? Unless of course, simply keeping quiet about something could count as dishonesty. 

Dusk was the most interesting part of the day. It’s when dates go on, nighttime runs begin, parents come back from work, and the outside world talks in whispers. 

[i]Notebook. Little notebook. Pens. Pencils. Pepperspray.[/i] She looked down at her feet. [i]Shoelaces tied.[/i] 

She had wandered east the other day. Today she would go to the west and see what wonders would behold themselves to her!!