Somewhere In Brooklyn

2 - October 18

From now on, starting to this day, I will address all of my journal entries to you.

Yes, you, the girl from the train with red hair and yellow bag whose name I don't know. But that's okay, I like the anonymity. Which is kind of odd since I said last time that I want to know you, and I still do. Maybe I want to know everything about you except your name. Or maybe I only like the anonymity when it's about me.

Anyway, even though I don't know your name, there's some things I figured out today. More like I assumed based on my observations.

One, you lived in Brooklyn. I mean, I think you lived in Brooklyn. I am fully aware that that makes me sound like a creepy stalker but I'm not following you. It's just that you went off tonight there and last night and the night before that, too.

Two, you're studying into that all-girls private school. I know that because you're wearing their school uniform under your black trenchcoat. Although, I noticed the white button-up sleeves under your maroon blazer wasn't tucked in. Your black and gray stripes necktie was untied. And your black and maroon plaid school skirt was stained and a bit short.

Thank the holy heavens, you were wearing a trenchcoat. It is kinda late and there are evil souls lurking under the dark skies.