@scliph Should be the next candidate for Student of the Month. I believe so because she is on almost everyday, interacts with others, and is a consistant kind student of Psychic High School. ^ ~ ^

AH! I am honored! Thank you very, very much @Jessica Moon, that is kind of you.

Ahhh, it's no big deal. You deserve it! I sent a paperplane filled with cute box stickers I had drawn. Maybe you'd like to keep a memory of the little guy who had disturbed you for a while. ;) But anyways, I was wondering...Where did you originally come from? And what is your legal birth age? I'm 17 legally, but I feel like my soul is older then the body it resides in. Sorry for all the questions...*Shyly smiles* You just are a curosity. I am fascinated by the way you think.

Jessica, you are very caring! I am honored to be someone you pay attention to. And fascinated? By me? Oh, you make my face pink with embarrassment, but awe and joy as well! Thank you! *lights flickering* ah... I shall try to keep my emotions under control.

I am sure Blackie will enjoy them. He still resides under my bed, occasionally spitting ink at me. He has become tolerable. I may keep him as a "pet". *muffled snarling noises* Blackie says hello and thank you.

Come from...? Ah yes, the place I was born. I believe I was brought into creation 16 years, eleven months, 13 days, and 9 hours ago- (I keep close track.) -in the small proximity of a test tube. I do not know how I was created, but 2 years later, when I emerged from the tube, the place I was in was charred and destroyed. Ash was everywhere, and a few small flames were in the corners. I looked relatively human-ish, except for my pearly white hair. I looked like just like I do now- tall and thin. My looks do not change.

And about my thoughts. I have been told I have the intellectual superiority of at least a hundred scholars, and then some. I do not know how I communicate with ghosts, read minds, or interfere with electricity.

Well, that, I believe is all there is to tell. I enjoy the questions you ask me, and would love to answer more!

I am so sorry about my disappearance for a while! I have been a bit under the weather sleeping in my dorm for a few days straight. I think the spring flu may be going around or perhaps I am allergic to the dust bunny's parties underneath my bed.

YES! YOU! YOUUUUU! *points excitedly and pokes your nose* You are a super more amazing then the most beautiful arrangement of colors in the world. Also on top of that you are beautiful...But I gotta say, your past is quite intense. You don't exactly have any parents? I was also wondering about your favorite things. Do you have any quirky hobbies or little obsessions? What is your favorite music? Or are you the type to enjoy the melody of silence?

It is really nice to hear Blackie enjoys the stickers. I hope he stops harassing you for them....I may have to go over there and teach him a lesson. (With this new blackboard I got and pretty green chalk). Does his little ink accidents offend you? If so, perhaps you can buy one of those potions that turn ink invisible. They use it for the octopus downstairs so no one thinks he has inked in the pool. Imagine taking a black light down there...haha...

Ah yes, I am indeed sorry about Morr- um your old friend leaving. Maybe your roommate will return in due time...I feel a deep sorrow about that occasion and I do not mean to brew up old memories with my talk of Nova. To change the subject, Nova does put that feeling of love in me. I do not think it's harmful nor dangerous but rather a warm funny feeling of protection. Have you ever seen those little fish cling to a giant whale? Well this feels sorta like that besides I am not sticking close for warmth or food but rather the essence of the creature. I feel like a cloud of happiness comes every time Nova sits on my lap or nudges my hand for a good belly rub...I don't know exactly how to explain it but when he had scratched me on accident I felt no anger but rather concern. I was concerned that Nova was mad at me...strange right? I should be mad...Hmmmm....

Um, I need to go now for a moment so please answer back as soon as you can. I really do enjoy hearing from you.

P.S Perhaps this mourning you feel for Morris can be your concept of the disease called love....

*folds paper into a paper airplane and tells it to go to Dorm 667. *

about your absence, It is all right. I am glad you have fully recovered.

Amazing? Beautiful? I? Oh, g-goodness gracious... th-that is extremely kind... *sound of all the lightbulbs on this floor shattering* AH! My pride seemed to have... *ahem* gotten out of hand. Yes, my past is quite the story. I do not mind having no parental units. I find no need for them.

My favorite things? Hm. Let me think... I enjoy being alone. I am not one for music, though. Silence is beautiful. Writing is also fun. Not making stories, just seeing random words flow on page... ah. Serenity cocoons me. And obsessions? I could say I obsess over those things, and also I obsess over being tidy. Blackie does sometimes make a mess of things, but I have found ways to make it work into my life. And I do not think he will not harass me for them anytime soon, sadly...

Speaking of which, no. His accidents do not annoy me as much as they used to. It does not stain, and strangely, I can almost brush it away like a solid material instead of it being seeped up in a washcloth. It is easy to clean up after him, and I know that he enjoys my presence.

About Morris, it is alright. I ma sure he will return... I-I am sure. *small sniffle* Anyways. Love is not dangerous in any way? Strange. From all that I have gathered, "Love" seems like the most dangerous infection to receive. *scribbling noises* *muffled* warm... feeling... of protection... possibly... not harmless?... clouds... of... happiness....

A-and "Love"? From me? F-for M-Morris?! N-no... you must be mistaken... I-I am sure "Love" will never, ever i-infect me. I am impervious.