Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTSFROMTHEDAY,

I was sketching another small kitten in the air today with my golden feather when I heard the strangest of sounds. A small heartbeat like thump was emitting from the corner of my dorm room. Of course it was dark as my drawings are much more vivid swimming without light so I couldn't make out the shape. I had the sudden thought it was finally someone behind a paper airplane yet of course I couldn't be sure. I got up cautiously flicking on the lights...

To my dismay a soft cotton candy colored puffball sat shivering in the corner. This was no ordinary animal though, it's body was immensely small to the point of just half of my index finger. It had tiny delicate ears flopped daintily over its face. The eyes soft as silver stared in such great fear it looked like it would explode into millions of baby cotton balls. I laughed out loud realizing my silliness was all in vain...It was only a shy little dust bunny. "There there.." I cooed. I gently palmed it in my hands and placed it under my bed hearing squeaky roaring cheers from its fellow companions.

I returned to my desk flicking off the lights. Instead of a kitten,I drew a dust bunny gracefully into the air with my favorite velvet crimson feather.

Dear, PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTSFROMTHEDAY...

The dark is becoming a part of me....And I am becoming increasingly scared of this growing development. I spend more and more time doing homework for my ART'S DEFENSES class. You see, it consists of me using my favorite drawing utencil (my crimson feather of course) and the dark to draw vast pictures with different colors that derive from my mentality. The effort to change blue to green lately has been quite draining. I am barely seeing colors straight anymore. I yearn for Mrs. Petrocilioni to give me a break but her upside down smile doesn't allow it. I am trying to create weapons in order to defeat the mighty creativity block but my fingers are sore and my soul is stained with black. It is as if the darkness was becoming a liquid...A infinite sea of black that pours into my mouth streaming into my veins. My friends are telling me I look pale. I may have to ditch class for a few days...(even though I have never done it in my life). Nah, I couldn't. I love art way too much to give it up.

Instead I have figured a solution. I am going to light the lavander candle my mother gave me before she left. She told me it would never burn out as long as I keep feeding it a drop of water from underground. I have discovered in the "MYSTERY COURTYARD" behind the school there is a well that draws water from lake MCklememe.

I hope this is the light I need...And it is a lovely thought knowing I have a part of family with me. It gets so lonesome sometimes, when you focus on school and barely leave your room to talk. Maybe someday someone will return one of my paper airplanes with a little hello....

Today is a lovely day for doing homework underground eh? I love the school's swimming pool. The fact that they have water that doesn't make you wet is amazing! I am so intrigued by the fact of sitting at a desk underwater. I even made a friend who looks almost like a clown fish. I named him Nemonster, but Nemo for short. This is a nice change from my lonely dorm room despite the lavander candle. It smells nice but it eventually spirals into my dreams turning my dreamscapes purple.

I wonder why many others do not come here. I can feel the cool water kiss my skin and run its fingers through my hair. I deeply enjoy the silence it brings with the small sounds of little transparent fish fluttering around playing games. My favorite animal down their is the lovely Jelly fish. The way they trail their long silky web-like tentacles through the water is like ribbons tied to a pole on a windy day. Of course Nemo will be my most most favorite. Also my drawing is much more enhanced inside here. The colors become vibrant and more vivid among the pale blue standing out. I once snuck down here in the middle of the night and noticed the darkness inside here was not sad or suffocating. It was beautiful.

I am going to ask the headmaster if I can change dorms to one like this. Filled with oxygen blended water that doesn't get you soaked to the bone. It is like the sky brought down all around me. I pray "Yes" is the answer.

I may not be able to send paper airplanes however, but I promise i'll figure out a way to call for friends. I want a friend, a human or monster or ghoul or any student...Nemo is a kind companion, but all he does is blow bubbles and give me a seashell from who knows where time after time. I would like someone to talk to...I will send a paper airplane tonight.

Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTS,

I was shifting through a crate inside the closet in my bedroom when I discoved a compact cabinet in the back. At first I thought it was like the wardrobe from "Narnia" but it was actually a little safe. Could it be from a past resident of this dorm I couldn't know but what i did know is something special lied behind the door. I pulled and used all my ideas to open the door from drawing, sending an army of dust bunnies, a hammer, and even a high-heel shoe my mom gave me such a long time ago but none worked. I then noticed a little engraving etched into the top right corner of the stone door. It read "Color." Suddenly I was unblinded from the aspect the whole closet, walls and floor and teany tiny door was bare with a static grey. I have plans for the evening now. I grabbed my trusty feather and went to work. I shall report later my findings.

Wish me creativity please.

Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTS,

It's the weekend and while I was busily scrambling to get my homework done early with a spoonful of Nutella in my mouth I had to most peculiar experience! You see, there was this weird tapping on the wall of the cabinet. I was terrified. I had spent hours coloring the walls a galaxy themed color scheme and when nothing happened I gave up entirely. I even had to buy more paints of this occasion. So I was upside down on my bed drawing like a mad women and the banging increased volume. *thump thump thump* the beat almost sounded playful. It was as if a small child was enjoying her time tapping to music. I hesitantly gotten up stridding carefully over to the cabinet. I tapped my long fingers unto the wall pausing to hear a response. You don't know how fast my heart was beating! It was like a thousand horses. I flung my wild curls out of my face thoughtfully and whispered "hello? Anyone in there?" That's when the door burst open and a firework of a creature started to bounce all over my dorm room leaving colorful trails of blues, purples, and blacks in its wake. I stood their petrified watching the chaos. I tried to my hardest to catch him but it was no use. My drawing I had been working on evaporated unto precipitation. Anger filled me but slowly disappeared as the weird creature bounces straight into my swirly garbage can in the corner of my room. When I lifted the lid all my rage died. It was a kitten, similar to the ones I draw out of habit. It's eyes were wide, fear swimming inside of them. They were bright purple with hues of white like stars. The coat glimmered the same galaxy themed colors of the walls of my closet. "Awww..." I had sighed. "Poor kitty". When I had picked him up, his fur was as soft as a cloud before a rain storm. Tinted grey with so many shades of pink, almost like cotton candy. It had watched me cautiously.

Now I sit here with this lovely creature sitting in my lap. I am stroking it tenderly with my right hand as I write with the left. (I am a proud lefty by the way!) The kitten's large eyes are closed to reveal silver eyelids. This is the first time I have ever been in love. I want to keep him.

Also I figured out the most perfect name to suit this kitten.

NOVA!!! I finally feel happy and warm inside. The irony is that he is cold like space but carries this aura of heat around him . I should get back to homework but I should go get a few items to feed this baby and take care of him. But sadly I need to ask the headmaster if it is okay. This will be the first time I talked to her since school begun. Time to venture into the outside. Wish me luck.

P.s. RIGHT NOW NOVA IS SNORING! ISN'T THAT THE CUTEST MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE HISTORY OF PSYHIGH!???

Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTS,

The headmaster rejected my urges of having a water room but I suppose it is for the best. Nova sure wouldn't have enjoyed it...I am slightly disappointed as I drew an angry face on the public whiteboard in the 3rd Main Hallway....(someone drew a mustache on it later which of course upsets me further)...

But now I am calmed down.

So today class went by in a blur. Honestly, time had decided to go home quicker so he sped up the school day! Did anyone else see the difference...In my MATH (Mentality And Teaching Hallucination) class the second hand left a circular burn on the clock! The teacher had tried to stop it but with no avail...All the school's clocks might be replaced now as the numbers are unreadable.

Right now I am writing at my favorite time of day; Dusk. It is when the moon and the sun are both peeking from behind the sky curtain. It makes me feel so small yet comforted by the vastness of the universes.

I suppose I should get started on my homework...I have a feeling dark is the only thing I shall face tonight....Maybe I will return to the underwater basement downstairs though I am pretty sure Nemo and Nova will not enjoy one another presence. (fishes vs cats do not get along).

*Sighs and picks up my orange drawing feather*

DEAR PILLOW,

It is almost 11 pm now and I am staring at you with impatience. Why is it when I need you the most you fail to work? What kind of trickery are you pulling on me. You see, I noticed when I do not need you to work your magic you do it just fine...but when I feel sluggish, sad, or tired beyond matter you dislike assisting me. *sigh*

Sleep has been a scary place for me recently. As school begins to pile on my shoulders like the continuous gargoyle sculpture the STONED club is making outside the school. Along with this, so have my feelings. I feel so worn out...As if a ghoul from a dystopian novel has eaten me, chewed me, and spit me up in a heap of bones and flesh. Or perhaps I feel like a mirror being repeatedly hit and smashed until cracks are all you can see...I lie in pieces now, staring at my little white cover over my bed. This dorm is slowly eating away at me again...and I am afraid the loneliness is taking something from me that will never return.

Why is it that grades determine who we are?

Why can't I lose myself in Psyhigh and focus on me and who I am.
That is the beauty of this school...I can nurture and feed my eternal tornado of thoughts and ideas inside. Pillow, I am sorry for my rudeness once again. I am just tired of being tired...Thank goodness the weekend is coming..I am craving the delicacy's of relaxation...and a lovely dance...

*puts feathers in pencil case quiver*

Dear SweetListener,

I have a confession. *exhales deeply*

I am in the underwater room downstairs again...past curfew...

I know I could get in trouble but I couldn't resist. I am sitting here inhaling the freshly pumped oxygen, exhaling all the stress I feel, listening to the surreal ambiance of my heartbeat. I was drawing fish dancing with kittens. It calmed my mind to such an extent I started to daydream. Usually I have sad daydreams, but today I had traveled somewhere. Somewhere beautiful. *tear slips down cheek* I feel like I am slowly getting better, from this sadness I mean. Nemo keeps nibbling at the ends of my curls playfully. I like to make him chase it. He acts like a cat! Maybe Nova will get along with him...I will update about that soon. Anyways, something strange happened today. You know the little cabinet in my room? Well there was a box behind it stuffed with photographs and letters. It was from a past inhabitant I think! He is kind looking, with a cutesy half smile and brown golden eyes. One of the pictures showed him with a cat! *Eyes growing wide* ...and this cat strangely resembles Nova. I wonder what Psyhigh beholds. Not only does it help me find who I am, but it has a history I am determined to unravel.

Who is this boy? Where did Nova come from? What lies in the dark?

I guess its up to me to find out...

*SPLASH* "NOVA...WHAT THE...AHHH!...-

*BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPP*

DEAR PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTS,

*Breaths in deeply* Um greetings. I kinda didn't want to talk to you today considering my circumstances. You see, today was very busy and lot of fun. After I danced without slipping, and the party went on beautifully I discovered a few things. That can wait for later though...

First off...everyone danced just beetastic! It was as sweet as honey! I went up there and saw all the glowing pretty lights that were derived from the school ground lantern fireflies and the glimmering turn of the wind passing through. When I first saw the insects getting to work I was astounded! It was so intricate the way they moved, the cocoon becoming alive.

I want to say my part doing the waggle was mind opening! I felt one with nature. I felt so high on the breath of life that I could burst with pureness. The way my body moved on its own. It was like I didn't even need to practice! This is definitely one of my most favorite experiences at Psyhigh! Also, I give a great huge thumbs up to the clubs! They did a wonderful job decorating the place.

The bees are going to flourish this year! Especially with the coffee. I think it will be even better then before!

Ah, anyways...*sighs in happiness*....wait...what was I talking about again? Umm....*jumps up!* OH!

So guess what happened...*voice lowers* I saw someone today...

He was in the crowd of people after the waggle dance ceremony was almost done. I was walking around shyly greeting people and celebrating in Scilph's honor when I saw him. His kind brown eyes were unmistakable! If you have been keeping up with my writing you would know where I am getting at.

His eyes were vivid, glowing among the fireflies. He wore a white t-shirt with plain jeans yet he stood out so much. You want to know what the weird part was?

*whispers* He was looking directly at me...

I had felt Nova stir in my pocket from one of his very long cat slumbers. (he can change forms, it is very strange but adorable). He had peeped his head out meowing softly. The weird thing about this is Nova never EVER wakes up at 9:45! He sleeps until dawn every other night...the other other nights he stays up...(it's complicated).

But while I was distracted by Nova, I looked up searching for those lovely eyes once more with no use. He was gone. I asked everyone, even the girl who can speak cow...but no one knew who he was.

I'm not sure if he is a student, but he is the boy from my photographs. Last night when Nova had fell into the water...he wasn't doing it playfully...someone threw him in there.

*FLAILS ARMS AROUND LIKE A FISH* ANNNYWAYS, on a happy note...I love Psyhigh!

With descending slumber,
Jessica Moon

FRIEND LIST (In order of who I met first)
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*My crimson feather
*The darkness
*Nemo
*Nova
*Scilph
*Atlantica
*Possibly Pacifica...*shrug* (I see her as one)...Hope so...hehe.

I adore you all! *hugs*
^~^