Today at lunch, when me and Annie were looking at clouds alone, we start talking to each other.

"Annie?"

"Yes Sweetie?"

"Did my siblings really try to kill you?"

"Yes."

"Annie?"

"Yes Sweetie?"

"Please dont be mad at them. We have been betrayed by people we trusted. A lot. In that room, Sophu initially thought you locked us in there. Hungry for an explanation, everyone but me agreed with her. When we found out Sophu's dad did it, everyone but my siblings dropped the theory. They thought you were still up to something, and they thought you were being too nice. I am the only one in my family who immediantly trusts almost anyone, stranger or not, so ive been hurt a lot. They were just trying to protect me, is all." I say.

"Sweetie?"

"Yes Annie?"

"Why did you come to psyhigh?"

I sigh.

"Brace yourself, its quite a story. You see, my dad worked in the United States army. My mom was a stay at home mom. My mom was the nicest, kindest person I ever met. Right before I was born, my dad was told he had to go to war. Shortly after I was born, we got news dad didnt make it out alive. I never met him, and Vincent nor Hailey or Wailey can remember him. But Bailey, Kailey, and mom knew him well. It hurt them a lot. My mom realized she couldnt take care of us by herself, as no more money was being made and she couldnt find a good job. She had to marry someone who had been asking her for quite some time. She didnt like him. We didnt either. But she married this person that she didnt like, just so we could have a good life. He sucked. My step-dad was a rich snob. He didnt care about us. He abused us. But he had enough money to keep us alive. He hurt me and my siblings. But he abused Wailey the most. Hailey tried to help, but if she did, her punishment would be worse. One night, when I was about four, everyone got togeather to watch a movie. As the movie was about to start, we heard a scratching sound from the back door. We ignored it at first, but we heard it a second time soon after, and my step dad went to investigate. Time had passed since he left. Too much time. I go to check on him. I go to the kitchen, where the backdoor is, and in the corner of the room, I found my step dad had been brutally murdered. Ill spare you the details on the body, but it was bad. I rushed to tell everyone else, but the wild pack of wolves had already broken through the window and had already brutally murdered my mom. My mom. The nicest person ever was dead. They leaped at me, but i ducked under the table, dropping the lit candle and starting the fire. The fire was distracting the wolves, so I took the oppurtunity and rushed upstairs. As I ran into Vincents room (the only room with a window, which will be important later), I find my sibling cowering near the window, prepared to jump out if neccesary. I also notice Hailey holding Wailey, who was clearly scratched in the neck by wolves, tearing out her vocal cords. Her bloody body is asleep, but Hailey is crying. The wolves burst in the room, the raging fire burning behind them. The walk slowly towards us. We know we have to jump through the window. So we do. First Hailey, holding Wailey, then Vincent, Kailey, Bailey, and finally, me. It was on the second story, so we all had bruises from the fall (except Wailey), but nothing serious. We rush Wailey to the hospital. We have to use the little money we had so we could pay for Waileys hospital visit. We had nothing to inherit, because the wolves and fire destroyed everything. The will officially made Hailey our caretaker, which slightly aggravated Bailey and Kailey, who are older than her, but they dont mind anymore. We had to live on the streets. the only thing left of our old life was going to school. We discovered our abilities on the streets. We had to resort to eating stray cats. We got picked on at school, and all of our teachers except Ms.Mary Jane despised us. But worst of all, we started to trust people, and people started betraying us. We had only five true friends: Jessica Ericson, Leslie and Lewis Boieu, Fred Newmore, and Experiment #77, also known as Vincent 2.0. We had to drop out of school, because we didnt have the money to stay enrolled, and Hailey tirelessly looked for a school we could go to. This was the only one we could enroll in with such a small budget, and it was perfect for us, because we could learn how to control and improve our skills. So thats why we enrolled here." I say, almost panting from how long it was.

Silence. Whats your response, Annie?

Oops, accodently pressed post too early on my last post!

So she asked me this, and I said "Well, I dont stop smiling because I dont want to feel constant pain" in response.

You see, I was born with an odd condition called formaxillism, which means my upper jaw muscles and bones are extremely thick and strong. My lower jaw muscles and bones are also much weaker. Because of this, i have to constantly use my upper jaw bones and muscles (which makes me smile) so I will not have to use my lower jaw bones and muscles, because if I do, because my lower jaw is very weak, I will feel bad pain.

Anyways, Annie comes into the room. "Where were you?" I ask angrily, still smiling.

"Long story short, Vincent and your other siblings accidentally tried to kill me, but I escaped" she says to me.

I have no idea why or what or anything about that besides what she told me, but it dosent matter, because we got through the day with Annie, just fine.

Something is wrong. I arrived at the CR in time, but I havent seen a trace of Annie. I hope she is okay. She is already 10 minutes late.

Some kids look worried, while others act like they dont even notice anything. I keep smiling, even in this bad situarion.

"Why are you always smiling?" One kid suddenly as

Annie, you know I have the magical ability to make rooms larger right? And I have enough skates, so the kids wont have to go to a alleyway black market. And please dont act like a teacher around me, or use that...teacher voice. I cant do this with someone who acts like @Ms. Hazeltine. She kind of freaks me out with her...robotic personality. I think thats all

I am relieved when Annie explains the simplicity of doing this. I hope the kids will like me, because I like them. But then again, I like everything. I suggest we play a game of kickball. I can tell Annie is confused.

"Dont worry, itll be fun!" I say in my Sweetie way.

I think Annie is still surprised at my height. Im very young, but very tall. People say I look tall but still somehow look very young. I know its not every day you see a 5 feet eleven inches tall girl who still somehow looks very young traveling around in the walls, but I am thin, so its very easy for me to slide into the walls for travel.

Anyways, I absolutely destroy Annies team in kickball. I wish I knew the names of...well...any of the kids, but such luck has not befallen me (I know befallen because im at the word in my dictionary). I really want to teach the kids how to ice skate. I know its more of a winter thing, but it would be so fun, and I am very good at it so I would be the perfect person to teach it. I could even make an ice rink using magic in someplace thats big enough. But I could only do that if Annie approves, which I dont know if she will.

But anyways, today was a good day. I do wish that Annie would tell me some of the kids names, because I dont know any of their names. I also hope she lets me teach them how to ice skate.

As i wake up for the day, I realize today is the first day of my job working with....@Annie Sweet. I am going to hurry if I am going to be on time. I sort of do my regular morning routine in fast motion. I rush to my closet to get my clothes. I wear a pink long sleeved shirt and jeans when its summer. I quickly get my clothes on and rush to my bathroom. I brush my teeth at 10 miles an hour and get them sparkly clean. I brush my hair 1000 times in 100 seconds. I wear my signature big grin. I go to the camp room. I pant as i realize there was still 5 minutes before camp started. I towered over all the kids, and even Annie. Everyone looked at me funny. Like I smelled bad. I didnt though. I carefully, sweetly say " umm...hi! Im your second uhhh person who does what annie does. My name is Sweetie. And you can call me that." I look around nervously. The kids just stare at me. I turn towards Annie. "This is going to be fun!" She whispers excitedly. "Yeah its great-but theres one teeny, tiny, eensy, weensy, minniscule problem." I whisper nervously. Her smile dissapeers. "What is it?" She asks. "Well...you see... I dont know ANYTHING about doing this. Its called counseling right?" I whisper. I think she is nervous. I would be too, if i were her.

Lucky for you, Annie, I am a camp game master. I just hope you understand that im...well...not very smart. I may be 5 feet eleven inches tall, but im about as smart as a 7 year old. Or thats at least what people say about me. Oh and btw, im now at the B words in my dictionary (you have to read my first journal, @Sweetie, to understand.).

Oh. And yes. Sophu is my first ever person im dating :3 ( dont tell my siblings.[btw i type very fast you should probably look at my profile to see all my entries so your not confused by anything! :3])

Everyone states awkwardly. "YOU want to help? Didnt you almost blow up the school? Twice?" "I think youll be pleasently surprised!" I say cheerfully. They scowl down at my resumè trying to find something to critisize at every word. I look around nervously. I really want this. Not for the money, anyone who knows me knows that. They finally stare up at me, in utter shock, it seems. "Wow. This is good. Really good. You start next week. Your being paired with @Annie Sweet." I feel good with joy coursing through my veins. All of the school drama just kinda stopped. Hailey and Sophu made amends. My siblings know and except the fact that i am lesbian. But one thing has stayed the same. I am not the biggest fan of Annie Sweet. She is just so smart and crafty. And im so...not. i always feel like she is bragging whenever she says something. But i am called Sweetie for a reason. I feel anger twinge when i get the news i am going to have to work with her all summer. I take my papers and leave the room, still smiling.

Between all the complex things that are happening in my life, i forgot to post, and now i have to start ALL.OVER. can you believe that? Also if you want to catch up on my life, well my psyhigh life anyway, check out the journal @Sweetie, my original journal! Good to meet you all (again).