Ms. LaRoq was very nice. I wasn't able to say much, but I figured out the approximate location of the petunia who found it.

Ms. LaRoqs room was standard in every way. Sparsely decorated, so I'm guessing she spends little time inside. She offered me stone tea, but I tried to say "What is stone tea?" And "How are you?" At the same time and ended up saying "WHAT ARE YOU??!?"

I was so embarrassed. I felt like a failure, especially after waiting for like 20 minutes at her door like a creep twiddling my thumbs. She laughed it off, however.

I explained my scenario as best I could while saying as little as possible. I showed her the leaf and said "read." I was embarrassed afterwards because I felt like I was way to threatening.

Erika couldn't read it. She did point to the direction of the greenhouse, where the petunia who found it was.

I don't know how I didnt notice it originally. Of course the entity that managed to read that it was addressed to me is able to read it. I set off after saying thank you a few thousand times.

I promised Erika that I'd send her a thank you letter whenever I could, but she politely said that it wouldn't be necessary. I'm still going to send her one, because it just wouldn't sit well with my heart to NOT send her one. I mean, she's done quite a bit to help some stranger who has extreme social anxiety to recover a note scribbled on a letter. That whole situation sounds stupid.

To be honest, it kind of is. But it's for the good of the school that I get this letter. I slammed the door to the residence of @Erika LaRoq closed, and I'm panicking because I feel as if I was super rude.

At the time of writing, I am setting off towards the lower campus, in the direction of the greenhouse. I haven't been this low or this close to the ground in quite some time, as my tower is the highest point in the lower campus of the school. I've secretly longed for the feeling of grass again.

The greenhouse isn't in my sight yet, but it's also dark outside. Might get in trouble for this, I realize now that there is a strong possibility I am mistaken for one of those troublemakers. Hopefully, this all goes through smoothly.

Thanks to Erika's tips, I now know that since the last time I observed the petunia in its planter, curiously, it moved locations. She believes that it is still in the greenhouse, and so do I.

Oh man, I just realized that I'm going to be so behind on my letter writing because of this...

I got my gear ready to head out. I wasn't able to stuff my hair inside my hoodie, but my bangs are so long they only help to hide my identity. When I used to talk to people in person, people said I looked like a girl. This usually followed by them getting kicked in the nuts by me.

I decided against wearing jeans, but I only have one pair of non-jeans. They're really small, as I haven't worn them in ages, and it feels skintight. Oh well, at least I'm hidden.

But not enough. The sweatpants are so small they barely go below my knees. I wear a very long pair of socks to balance it out. I make sure I'm wearing the most comfortable shoes I own, and I throw a black sweater over it all just to be safe. I look in the mirror and can't help but feel like I look kind of stupid.

Maybe that's just feelings of dread that I am expressing at being in the presence of people for the first time in...oh I can't even remember.

I'm pretty short, but I'm not overweight. It's hard to determine my age or gender, which is exactly the look I'm going for. The less they know, the better.

I grab the leaf with the note on it, then slowly creak open my door. It needs some WD-40, because I haven't used it in ages, it makes plenty of sounds.

I silently slip out of my room, and begin to reconsider as I stare at the bookcase.

No backing out now...

I tread to my location under the cover of night. Luckily I know the location of the dorm of @Erika LeRoq, so it'll be a quick trip.

I arrive at their doorstep. A small plaque reads "LeRoq" on it. I'm terrified, and slightly trembling in fear, debating whether or not I should change my voice.

At the time of writing, I have knocked on Erika's door and am silently waiting for a response. I hope that they're there...

I found a leaf slipped under my door. I didn't even hear anybody come by.

The letter is in some language I can't read. Why couldn't it just be in English? I mean, you learn ONE alien language and now that's all you speak! Geez...

I have an idea...a stupid one, but an idea nonetheless. I'm going to have to leave my tower, but I'm prepared. I have a nice, heavy set of clothing.

The first person I need to ask is LaRoq. She generously gave the note to me. Didn't know stone could move so quietly.

But first, I'm going to get some writing done. I will leave under cover of night.

Hello.

You thought I was going to actually shake your hand?

No way, Jose.

I made you think I was gonna come out though, didn't I?

Haha.

I like to have fun, okay? Is there something wrong with that? Lay off of me, will ya?

-V the poet

I'm feeling very scatterbrained today. I've been thinking about that special letter all weekend, and some of my letters were pretty sloppy. I might write some apologies, because I feel kind of bad.

My mind has been fixated on figuring out the greenhouse mysteries and impatiently waiting for the delivery of the pumpkin.

I managed to stabilize the letter pile, and finally got my pet request in, so at least I've been a little productive. But I have a huge test for my Pathology class and I'm not prepared in the slightest.

I'm considering going and investigating the dissappearences myself, but I'm not sure I have the guts to do it.

On a lighter note, I found the 40 or so doodle books I kept since childhood lying around. I had this idea about a comic or story about a boy with an insatiable appetite and a body of rubber sailing the seven seas to find a legendary treasure and become the worlds most feared pirate.

Apparently some Japanese guy cooked the idea first, but I think he copied me. What do you guys think?

I love Saturdays! I have all day to be able to write letters. I still need to fill out the request to own a fish, but when I do, Sam and Luther both agreed to help me name it.

Today is going to be sunny, it seems. The athletics will definitely be going outside today. I know P.E is a required class, but I'm afraid to take it after watching the athletic teams' warm ups from my window. Thank goodness my window is a one way mirror, or else i'd have gotten myself in a number of awkward scenarios.

It has also come to my attention that a certain petunia which I can observe from my tower has a letter for me in the greenhouse. I have a "no letter left behind" motto, and it could be in relation to the recent incidents, so I request it be delivered to me as soon as possible.

Also, I need somebody willing enough to inspect (break into and report the findings of) these areas in the school:

The living space of former Student Activities Coordinator Big Jim

The room of Annie Sweet

The former nests of Anything Owl.

Oh crap, the letter pile is beginning to fall apart, I don't want to have an avalanche...gotta fix this-

The bats have names now. I asked my friend Sam about it, and he said to call them Sam, Sammy, and Samantha. I think Sam has a bit of an ego, but whatever, not like I have any better ideas.

Good news is it's Friday! The weekend is nearby, which is a perfect time to get caught up on my writing.

Ive been looking for a goldfish on the web, but I've realized that I never asked permission to have a fish in my room. In case you don't know, you have to place a request to own a pet, just in case, no matter the size, shape, type, or dimensions the pet inhabits.

Kind of a pain for a stinkin goldfish, am I right?

I've hit a snag in my researching of the dissappearences. I need to actually physically leave my room and go to the victim's rooms. It would be a great way to get more information. But I don't know if I can do it.

Guess I'll have to think about it while I write and read.

The bats that are living on my ceiling are getting bigger. I'm not too concerned, as me and the bats have come to an understanding that this is our living space, together, but it has been catching my eye.

I failed a pop quiz I had today. When I say fail, I mean I-transported-myself-to-the-year-1895-by-accident failed. I'm really bummed about it.

I've decided I want a goldfish. I don't know WHY I want one, but I do. Maybe I'm lonely. Maybe I should talk to people instead of buying a goldfish. Maybe I should stop saying bad ideas.

I must say, however, that I've noticed some animal smuggling going on on the campus in the dark hours, and I believe it should be investigated.

I also got rid of all my green clothes. Not that I have many, as most of my clothes are light pink (there was an incident to which I forgot to separate my whites and reds before washing).

Besides, it's not like I ever go out anyway, nobody would see me if I wore green.

But, I'm deathly afraid of @Ms. Hazeltine, so I'm going to do as she says.

No more tests this week, hooray! Although I am trying to get extra credit in my General Spiritus class so I can potentially skip Psybernetics. In order to do this, I have to do some assignments, but nothing I can't handle.

On average, I get about 2,480 new letters a day, 561 angry and threatening E-mails, and 13 warnings from my numerous teachers about missing class. Speaking of which, I have some letters to write.

I woke up today with a huge bump on my head. I accidentally hit snooze on my alarm clock is why. not a good way to wake up in the morning, but it gets the job done.

I contacted the FBIP about the giant bats living in my room, and they said they could handle it in person.

So I guess they're staying. Nobody is going to come in here on my watch. I finally managed to get a hold of more ink, and it's a good thing to, because I have a lot of letters to write today. I've done some researching on the Green Teen, and I'm developing a theory on its relation to the greenhouse incidents.

Today though, I see some huge storm clouds. I'm no meteorologist, but I suggest skipping your outside classes today, lest you want to be stuck by some Depressed Lightning.

That reminds me of a time when one of my friends, Luther, made the mistake of being outside in a Sad Storm. He got struck so much he got sent to a different time zone. For him it's three hours later than for the rest of us.

What, surprised I have friends? Why is that surprising? 'cause I never leave my room'? How is that relevant?

Am I seriously the only person here that notices the dissappearences?? Hopefully not. Please, PLEASE somebody have information on this!