Yoo Ji Ae is hiding her identity under the pseudonym "Anonymy". Anonymy is famous in the school as an anonymous school paper writer who, after getting recognized, got the name Anonymy. Being adored by everybody, she started receiving letters and many of which are asking for her advice. She has reasons to hide her identity but what happens if she just gave the wrong advice and got herself an enemy saying in his letter that he knows who she is?

PROLOGUE

I am in a dream. I can tell…because I am floating right now, floating above the school grounds.

Should I wake myself up? But… how?

From above, I can see students walking and running around trying to get to their classes quick; student athlete trying to reach the finish line; students in the library sitting by and looking out the window with open books in their palms; teachers chatting on their break inside the faculty rooms.

All of a sudden I am in a grassy field with a pen and notebook on my side. I have my eyes glued on the clouds above then averted my attention to the upcoming noise behind. Two children are laughing and running happily as they let their kite fly with the wind.

Then suddenly, JiHyun appeared on my side. Her curls are floating along with the cold wind.

“What are you writing about?” She asked while looking at her palm raised above, trying to block the sun rays.

Writing? When I look at my hands, I am already holding the pen and have already written two stanzas.

“It’s a…poem.” I have no idea of what I wrote but I knew it was a poem.

“Can you…write about… love?” She turned to me smiling then suddenly the sun behind her was shining more brightly as if it was swallowing her. I was blinded by the light.

When I opened my eyes, I am here in the History Department’s garden.

I looked down on my hands and I saw the notebook on my hands and the pen. And the poem was...

I just fi…nished it.

I was shocked when droplets fell on my notebook. Is it raining?

When I raised my head to look up the sky, I felt something in my eye that suddenly rolled down my cheeks. It was …tears.

Why am I crying?

Then a shadow blocked my sight of the bright sky. It’s a boy. Who is he?

“I knew I could find you here.”

What?

“Are you not going to congratulate me?”

I was silent. After a few seconds, it was out of my control that I spoke to him.

“It’s no use. You’re leaving.”

Then he handed me a notebook.

“What’s this? A notebook?” I asked him.

“It’s not just a notebook. It’s my limited edition journal book.^^ v”

While looking at that journal book on my hand, the background suddenly changed. Before I knew it, I am already in my room; still looking at the journal book but now it is placed neatly between the books in my book shelf.

I am sitting in front of my desk with a pen in my grasp. It seems like I am writing a story.

I brought my attention on the paper and when I read it, it was a narration of the scenario just a while ago, the conversation about the journal book.

What’s this dream? None of it is making sense. I want to wake up already!!!

“Sweetie! We’re reaching the deadline! Are you going to submit it or what?”

Ehh??What’s this? A phone on my hand…and…

I tried to open my eyes then realized I am lying on my bed.

“What?” I was surprised, my voice came like so husky.

“Sweetie! It’s morning! Like…”

Morning?! Before SungJae finished his sentence with an impersonation of my mom, my gaze fell on the clock beside me. God.

I dropped my phone and headed to the bathroom as fast as my feet can.

 “Mom!!! I’m late!!! Why didn’t you wake me up!?”