| Current mood: |  anxious |
-Opens her notebook and starts to list words to describe herself.- strange. curious. funny. peculiar. clever. afraid. unique. agile. severe. sarcastic. problem. awkward. brutal. delicate. harsh. nasty. serious. tricky. gentle. lax. mellow. quiet. tender. weak. evil. insecure. intense. dependable. genuine. wicked. passionate. walking contradiction.
I know why I'm here, I'm not in denial. I know that they've got something up their sleeve. That's why I sketch them down. Everyone. Everything. They took my camera, my most prised posession. Why would they do something like that? I need it. I need it to take pictures of them. To remeber. They can't hide it for much longer, I know what they're up to. My mother's in on it too. That's why she sent me here. That has to be why.
I-I feel comfortable here. But just a little. Not much. Can't let my guard down for too long. I'm hoping they're on my side. But I can't hope too much.
Don't they have any music in this place?
-Places her notebook down on the desk, pencil next to, pushing in the chair delicately. Scoots out into the doorway looking around for any suspicious characters before running back inside and clenching her notebook to her chest. Walks back out and into the hallway, searching for the commons area.-
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