I've met so many people! Most of them were kind and enjoyed talking to me, but a few rude ones I had to avoid.

I don't deal well with rude people, they mess too much with my emotions, and those are NOT something to be trifled with. I'm a kind person, or at least, I always try to be. When I was three or four, my parents noticed extra things appearing in my room, things like a certain toy I begged for at a store that they refused to buy, They assumed I stole it, as any normal parent would, and sat me down to have a talk about it.

But the truth was, I didn't steal anything. I simply sat in my room and thought about it really hard, and then it appeared.

It happened first with a doll I didn't get for Christmas. I sat in my room all the next day, wishing and hoping I had gotten it. I didn't know that my parents couldn't have afforded it. How could I? I still believed in Santa. But when I finally wished hard enough, it appeared on my bed, exactly how I had hoped to find it Christmas day.

It was a miracle!

As I got older this problem grew. When I was angry, anything from spiders to poisonous snakes would appear wherever I was in the house. When I was sad, it would rain. But only over our house.

The extent of this....power, depended on the range of my emotions. Eventually, my parents picked up on it, and took me to see someone about it. But I got so nervous on the trip there that I ended up creating a ton of stuffed animals that just kind of...slowly filled up the car. Don't get me wrong, it DID help to squeeze something soft, but twenty-five stuffed pigs, is, too many pigs.

And now I'm here, trying my best to keep a smile on my face and a positive air about me! Because now that this ability is so potent, who KNOWS what I could make if I were to become sad.

Or worse, Angry.

Anyway, classes start for me tomorrow, and I'm SUPER excited! I'll write more later!

Live on, everyone!

My first day at Pshyhigh! Oh boy, I'm so excited! When I arrived they handed me this leather bound book with specific instructions to write in it everyday, so I guess that's what I've gotta do.

My dorm was easy to find, and I knocked a few times on the door. Supposedly I had a roommate, and that only made me smile more! I remember rocking back and forth on my heels, waiting for someone to answer. But about ten seconds in, no one did. I knocked again, hesitating in case it seemed rude. I let thirty seconds pass, and nothing happened. I grabbed the handle and found that the door was unlocked, and when it swung open, the light was on and the curtains were open, so someone had to have been in here recently.

I entered the room, dragging a suitcase behind me, but it seemed as if no one was inside. The beds were right around the corner, so I went over to one and heaved my luggage onto the mattress. And then I turned around.

I remember jumping and squeaking in surprise, talk about embarrassing, it was just my roommate. She was sitting on her bed, her back turned to me, her shoulders hunched as she gazed into something on the wall in front of her.

Now I'm not one to interrupt, so I left her alone and started unpacking my things. But soon that became boring, and I wanted to explore the campus! So I stopped taking clothes and hangers from the bag and instead went over to my roommate. I tapped her shoulder. I waited. She said nothing. A bit worried, I glanced around her to see what she was staring at. I didn't see anything on the wall, however. Oh well. I could discover this place without her.

I've gotta go, but I'll recount my adventures as soon as I return to my room!

Live on, everyone!