I don't know where I am. Can someone help me?
let me explain. I was walking on my merry way, getting home after a long day communing with my inner identities, and suddenly I was on a bus. It had the letters
"PHS" written on the side. I looked around and saw other people, about my age sitting on the bus. I am currently still on this bus, and I don't know why, or where I am. Or how I am even broadcasting this.

@uncouthruth
you were transmuted to the Psychic High School Bus. can you describe your appearance? I am also on this bus and if I can find you, I can calm you with an Explanation.

ok @rinonene I am about 5'3 and I have blue hair. I have a red backpack next to me, and I am towards the back of the bus. now please explain how you understood my last message.

@uncouthruth
you have psychic abilities and so do I. that is how you are sending out these messages and I am receiving them. the bus we are on is transporting us to Psychic High School.
how you ended up on this bus without realising this is a mystery, but no matter. that is all. when we get to the school, (in approximately 5 minutes) please come with me. I have dreamt about this place for so long, and I should be able to show you around

Riemannian dorm second floor is blowing bubbles full of love and rage and confusion out of their windows and into the commons. One popped on my head and I started to cry, so beware.

They are also capable of creating hyperbolic n-space bubbles, which means the PHS Bus is could arrive at any minute. Stay sharp! The little holographic pre-cog crossing-guard clown doesn't always appear in time.

Uh, so, are you allowed to get on the PHS bus when it's leaving campus?

When it appeared in the commons and knelt down and made that pssssssssh sound it was just so inviting I had to get on. Now I'm sitting towards the back of the bus and have blue hair and a red backpack...

AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'RE HEADED!!!

When I first came to school, my parents dropped me off in the helicopter. And I never ride the city bus because, I don't know, it smells funny and just isn't what I'm used to. But this PHS bus seemed so friendly and clean and official but WHERE IS IT TAKING ME??!

How would those of you who actually look at my journal feel about me posting some occasional poems? Just wondering.

~Daydria

Oh my yes @Daydria Mounts that sounds delightful. We could even post them inside the PHS Bus, as navigational aids for students.

The last time we tried that we used the Rime of the Ancient Mariner and everyone on the bus fell asleep and came back with long beards. Even the girls. But this time let's do it right!


Sincerely,

A. Hazeltine
Student Activities Coordinator

@Ms. Hazeltine
That would be lovely! Just to warn you though...I'm not that good at poetry. But, I'll try my best!

~Daydria

I took the PHS Bus downtown to protest because I heard they were slashing workers at the Handy Mart. That didn't seem fair. But then I left my red backpack on the bus, and I'm afraid to go to lost and found because if they look inside they'll find a bunch of Strange Patterns™spray paint and some other stuff.

So if somebody finds a red backpack on the PHS bus could you let me know? I am about 5'3 and I have blue hair.