There’s something in her eye that makes me feel… different. Not bad, just different. I moved into the apartment last week and everyone there seems really nice. But there’s this girl in the apartment above mine that I just can’t figure out. One day I heard a knock at the door and there she was, holding a tray of fresh, hot beef and potatoes. What ever happened to cookies? Should I be insulted, or is she just a health freak? She just stood there in my doorway with the food, all but inviting herself into my place. Then she asked me where she should set the food, so naturally she wanted me to let her sit down at the table, and what else could I say but yes? I mean she is just insufferable. For all she knew I could have been busy that afternoon, but we went right on talking for hours. She pretended to be really interested in what I was saying, but then she would turn right around and say that she liked the same things. Can you even believe it? When she finally left that night, she made me feel so incredibly alone. I think that I hate her, because I just cannot stop thinking about her. I think I’ll go knock on her door and bring dinner so we can talk some more, and I can really figure her out. There’s just something about her that makes me feel different.