"Alright, professor," Ella murmured. She still wasn't as confident as she was at the beginning of class.

Eyeing the slip of paper, Ella designed her card with mostly hearts and music symbols; she was very artistic. Ella Westwick, it finally read. She set it upright, facing the professor.

She slipped the journal through her hands and briefly looked through the empty pages. Ready to be filled? she thought, as if asking the notebook. How stupid. She smiled to herself.