Unlikely Friends

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Your hands swung casually by your side as you wandered through the dense forestry, your eyes squinting through the blazing sunlight. Your hair swung rhythmically along your back, the few short hairs you had tickling the back of your neck. You could feel the soft grass through your worn soles, and as you walked throughout the shade of the towering trees, you could feel the soil cascading down their mounds as you stepped on them. The bottom of your dressed billowed slightly as you walked, the hem brushing just below your knees.

You breathed in through your nose deeply as you stepped out into an open field, feeling the soft breeze once again. The grass was longer, but not unkempt, and littered with an assortment of flora, a sea of green and red and pink and-

You fell over.

Your ankle throbbed from your sudden fall, and your hands stung slightly. Your heart was fast from the surprise, but your head was cloudy, your ears blocked, and your vision widened when you looked down to see droplets of blood pooling beneath you. You scrambled up, and reached into your satchel for a tissue, which you then pressed hard against the wound on your forehead. You sat down, leaning backwards on your one hand - the other still applying pressure to your head - and yelped slightly as you felt something underneath you. It felt hard, and relatively large. You supposed it was what you fell over.

You reached under your skirts and brought out a brown book, its pages ruffled and darkened with age, its cover tattered but strong, which applied to its binding, as well. It looked to have been heavily used, and your head pounded both with pain, and curiosity. You bit your lip as you pulled back the front cover to reveal...

Nothing.

A grand total of nothing.

You stared at the page in front of you in disbelief, and flipped through the book to observe the others, which were blank also. You reached into your satchel and brought out a pencil. You hovered it over the page, your fingers shaking, but for some reason, you couldn't do it.

"(Y/N)!" A high voice echoed. Your sister. You sighed, and deliberated for a second, before placing the book securely into your bag.

"Coming, Rapunzel!" You yelled back, and started to make your way back to the border of your village.

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You sat down on your bed, bouncing slightly, as you observed the book. It hadn't changed, shocker, and the pages stared at you, their blankness almost mocking. You scoffed.

"We'll see about that," you huffed at the book, which didn't respond.

You brought out your pencil again, and hovered it over the page, debating what to write.

You wrote down the first word that popped into your head.

'Hello,' you wrote, the lead scratchy on the rough texture of the paper. You stared at it, your slightly scruffy writing standing omnipresent. You stared at it, and stared at it, and stared at it. Until...

'Hello?'

The word appeared on the page, in a completely different font to your handwriting, just beneath your writing. Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at the page, disbelief itching at your head, but your inquisitiveness egging you on.

'Who is this?' You asked, the question stupid but straightforward. As if anyone wou-

'How are you doing this?' The notebook asked. However, at this point, you seriously doubted it was the notebook. The general tone sounded like a human. Maybe there was a human trapped in the notebook?

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