Since I feel like writing something, might as well start off with an introduction. After all, what better way to start a journal than with an introduction?

I'm Cassa-Nathalie Dra, of Thentre (Cass or Cassa's fine). A girl. Newly registered. Do I have some sort of "magical power"? No I don't. It's not magical at all. In fact, it's quite natural.

I was born with the ability to read people's minds. It seriously isn't that cool, but it gives me the opportunity to look at secrets, secrets that may become useful at a later day. Also, I can see what you think of me. So please, be careful. To me, you're an open book.

Of course, this power isn't unlimited. Yet. I still get extremely tired after reading a lot of thoughts. Also, some people enjoy thinking several thoughts at once. It's a headache for me to find the thought I want, since those people shove too many thoughts and memories into my brain. It's ridiculously hard to process.

I don't like talking about me. We can talk about you, but I already know random little bits and pieces about you. Also, I might be be on the edge of insanity. -She- kept me in that closet for too long. I was deprived of oxygen. The sweet scentless air that fills me, that clears my mind. -She- wore too many perfumes. I wanted to ask -her- to let me out, but -her- thoughts of darkness, of hated, pierced my mind, my soul, my heart. Every. Single. Time.

I'm sorry. I wrote too much. I will be late. I'm still finding my way around. I hope to see you around. I haven't talked with anyone for so long! This is just a letter of introduction, for anyone who has half a mind to read through my thoughts. Thank you!

Though I am aware this is a journal, I will leave it somewhere for people to read. They'll return it, I know they will. Maybe I will meet someone nice enough to call my friend. In the meanwhile, I will lurk in the corner, and hope...

Hello! Thank you for the warning. Avoid all microwaves, marshmellows, and black cats. Got it. Though I honestly wonder, why would I be in danger? One of the worst scenarios that my mind can fathom is me being dragged back into the closet, the door being shut, and the strong fumes of perfume enveloping me. I dread it. I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back, I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK!

You ask who -she- is. -She- is my guardian. To be more specific, -she- is my... older... sister... I guess most people would call -her- an enchantress, but I call her a witch. -Her- magic is -her- scents. -She- has "good scents", which makes the intended target feel happy, glad, giddy, all those good feelings. -She- also has the "bad scents". They smell horrible.

As for mind reading, it's not that interesting. I look at my target, beyond their physical self, the living structure, and into their thoughts. I've been told that I look like I'm glaring at someone when I read their mind. Or like I'm daydreaming.

Please, tell me more about you. I've been asked to be "more social", and I'm trying not to pry into too many people's thoughts. Someone told me that it's impolite to do so without permission.

-C-

Oh yes! Would you? I mean... I... I'd love to be your friend. I don't have many friends. I became friends with one of the many invisible cats, though. They're such intelligent creatures! His name's Edmond, I think. He thinks so too, but I'm never too sure what animals are thinking.

Please, can you tell me what it's like to change space? I've recently been informed that it's impolite to read people's minds without their permission, and I can't really read feelings and sensations that well yet, so...

-C-

Why don't you stare back? Beat it in a staring contest? Maybe it'll be intimidated? I don't know. I haven't tried...yet.
-C-

@Anton LaFlame , are the invisible cats a bad thing?! I mean, it might get a bit troublesome if they escape into the "Normal People's World", but other than that, they're wonderful creatures! Especially Edmond (he thinks so too)!

Or maybe things aren't what they seem. Everything seems to be wavy now. Distorted. Bent. Like a ripple in water, or a reflection in a cracked mirror. Maybe it's me.

-C-

I hadn't thought of those consequences. I... I'm still new to the school, so I didn't know about the racket outside. The closet was surprisingly soundproof. But the few minutes I was allowed to get fresh air, I recall seeing a tulip gossiping with her friends. I thought it was normal. I guess it isn't.

Apparently, crows can make some sort of wall in their minds. I can't read their minds. I even tried talking to them with my limited knowledge of their language. They didn't want to talk to me, so I tried to read their minds. Then I tried convincing a seemingly nice animal talker (or whatever they're called) to talk with the crows, but that person refused. I feel their eyes on me now.

Have you managed to talk with Kitty's grandma?

-C-

I'll join your cause. I can't stand to have a semi-defenseless invisible creature be...tortured...by those...-things-! Those poor cats!

I wonder if the gap between the worlds can be sealed. If the breach is fixed, then less invisible cats will come here, I think. Also, is it a one-way hole?

My mind's been under a lot of stress lately. My educator wants to train it to its fullest potential. It's painful. On the bright side, I can read better. I don't know if I can read past their anti-reading equipment (if they have any).

-C-

It didn't go well at all, but at least the invisible cats are probably in a safer place. @Lucia Spectre's disappeared into the portal... Hopefully she's doing alright. Maybe we can find a dimensional traveler to find her... Wonder if there're any students here with that ability.

I went back to the Factory. There's still people there, though not as many as before. Most of the scientists have gone back their secret lair or whatnot. I went to the lab, and I took a phial of liquid that emitted a bluish glow. There weren't any other interesting things to salvage, so I left. No one noticed me.

Edmond doesn't like the contents of the phial. He hissed and refused to stay in my room, so I hid it somewhere to make him feel better. I wonder what the liquid is, if it makes my invisible cat so uncomfortable...

-C-

I think there's dehydrated baby melons in a watermelon... You see, a watermelon has seeds in it (also known as baby melons). Without water, a watermelon is just a melon. So a watermelon has to provide water for its baby melons/seeds, so that they'll grow into good watermelons when they're older. If the watermelon doesn't give them any/enough water, then the melons will become either a water-less watermelon, or another fruit/vegetable...
Maybe that'll help? I don't know. But with all due honesty, @Kadrynal, why do you ask about the melon in watermelon?

-C-

I... I've been nominated the student of the month for April... I don't think I'm dreaming. I tried pinching myself, and it hurts. I'm... happy. I'm very happy.

Whoever does the nominating and/or choosing is either very discreet, or exceptionally good at guarding their mind.

-C-