I am aware of the bacteria living under my bitten nails.

I do not appreciate the velvet color of red no longer.

I more admire the glimmering silver reflection of a wayward puddle. Oh how I yearn to replicate this color yet it has become increasingly impossible. My fingers itch to hold a paintbrush to copy it, paint with it, and color my irises with it. I have tried so many tactics: To bargaining with a sea nymph, trading magic with a local squire, and capturing a fairy and demanding its secrets... (And you can guess who had to wash off fairy spray for a month...) I at last lurk around luminous puddles envious of their inner beauty. I am 17, yet I feel like an old white canvas buried deep inside an old dusty workshop in a labyrinth. Perhaps one day my own rainstorm will envelop me.

To the day a storm settles.

I am well aware of the strange electrical disturbance in this school so I intend to discover the root of the problem. I carry my favorite pen in my hand tracing absentmindidly around the air in front of me. A small line follows the pen tip with eagerness as a kitten in white forms. I pucker up my lips and focus as a feel electrons dancing along me feet. What a ruckus! They were dancing as if they were in a night club! I must find this person. I cannot concentrate!

Ugh, well hello there you twat!
Hey! I did nothing to offend you madame...sheesh...
Well you are here to write again aren't you?
Not anymore....

LOOKING FOR A DOORKNOB CLEANER!
*In desperate need of a clean student to take care of dorm 227's doorknob. It does not stop sobbing after school hours leading to the smearing of a rusty mucus. It gets so intense a river of snot runs down the halls.*

Please calm its nerves and befriend it.
-May need tissues, windex, and creative skills to make a gear bouquet.
-Patience
-Little need of sleep

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE.

Please send a paper airplane to room 226 with your details as room 227 is occupied by mucus felons.

Ahhh I new I had forgotten something! It hit me in the shape of a brick last night, which of course left a fresh knot upon my forehead. At the moment I am nursing it with an icepack I had received from the nurse.

An introduction! That is what it is. I should allow people to look inside my veil and see who I am, not in emotional terms but rather physically as I enjoy hiding behind one spun out of spiderwebs from the "Maker" downstairs.

So I am Jessica Moon...Not a girl named after the beautiful moon but named after my mother's childhood pet Luna. I enrolled here a few weeks ago. I was in hot pursuit of this dream I had finally caught in my sleep...(Which took for ages have you know) and now I can improve my skills. I can draw with atoms using anything of my choosing....(my favorite thing right now to use is a velvet crimson feather) and I can visualize dreams into reality. I like to think of myself as an antennae, a useless antennae. Er, sometimes I converse with the other side though I have a tendency to ignore them as all they ask for (rather beg) is fresh orange delicacy from my lunch...despite the fact they cannot eat it nor taste it.

I also enrolled here in high hopes I would finally find others like me. I never had people who truly enjoyed my presence unless it was for homework they procrastinated on until it was impossible.

I rather like poetry, and tea. It is a lovely aspect of my life.

Um well I stay in room 227 down the hall of the great Gecko so please send a paper airplane if you wish to hang out. Sorry if I greet you with a scowl, it is probably from my ruthless attempts to make my pet lynx stay put at night for a well rested sleep.

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.

Hey! *anger boiling along the hallways emitting from a red-faced girl* Don't you dare leave this school without telling your teachers! Do you want the doorknobs to scream in rage? If so go ahead...But good riddance to you madame.

I apologias for my rudeness. They are driving me mad! Perhaps you have a solution to these cry baby utilities...Am I the only one who hears them? Or am I spending too much time in the dark?

Dear PILLOW,

Please hold me little longer before I must attend school. The softness of your arms is a comfort before venturing into the cold breath of air. I enjoy drifting away inside you dreaming and thinking about life. I also enjoy using you as a magic carpet in my late night astro travels. It is nice meeting people there like me, but makes me sad that they would not remember me in the morning...Sad that people forget dreams...