I looked nice in all of them, but I wanted to look perfect. Like her. My computer dinged, informing me I had a new e-mail. I stepped away from the bed and bent over to look at the screen. I had received another message from Rraman. Miss Miyu—don’t you love how that sounds? Miss Miyu! Miss Miyu! I could say that all day! I groaned. Apparently it was “Rra,” his mysterious counterpart. Alas, you have more questions in that head of yours than the sprinkles on a cupcake, but I’m afraid I cannot help you any further. That also means I won’t be able to write you again. It saddens my heart and moistens my pillow, but providence has ordained it. Just remember, little munchkin, that life is nothing but a song of choices. Some are good, some are evil, some major, some minor, but most are simply shades of “a little better” or “a little worse.” The smaller missteps will be understood and forgiven, but watch out for the larger ones—dark forces are always trying to lead little souls like you astray.
