Dear Somebody,
Did you know that if you accidentally feed a dragon frozen coconuts that their scales will turn pure white, and instead of breathing fire, they'll start breathing ice? Claudette isn't happy about it at all. Claude isn't either; most of his fur is half frozen, and we're both extremely cold since Claudette froze the entire room. Including the door. We attempted escape by window, but that didn't go so well. *glances at shattered window blocked by a four foot wall of snow, sprinkles, and cat fur*

Anyway, yesterday was ok. It was much better than today, at least; I knitted scarves for the elderly in the retirement home a few miles away. I'm better at telekinesis than telepathy, but I'm pretty sure they were slightly surprised and startled by the wool scarves knitting themselves in the recreation room. Once they got over their initial surprise, however, the residents started snatching up scarves as soon as I finished. I even started knitting three at once while playing checkers with the old man in the corner! Until my concentration slipped and I accidentally blew up the water cooler. Unfortunately, the retirement home has now put up wards and my presence is no longer welcome there.

In other news, my special Weatherall Sprinklall brand sprinkles have informed me it is officially -37 degrees Fahrenheit in our room. Each jar comes equipped with a thermometer that is guaranteed to be accurate in all types of weather in all possible locations and non-locations, and states the temperature in Fahrenheit, Celsius, and degrees Kelvin. They also come in Vanilla Spring Bean, Chocolate Hurricane, Cherry Fog, and Viking Entrail flavours.

Claude and I have huddled together for warmth, bundled up in piles of blankets, bed sheets, and designer clothes. Claudette on the other hand, seemed entirely unaffected, except for maybe being slightly irritated, last time I saw her. She is on the far side of the room from us, for obvious reasons, and I have not peeked out from the pile of materials since the temperature dropped to below 0 degrees Celsius. Which was about five minutes ago. But still. Hopefully the effects of frozen coconut will wear of soon. I'm not even sure where @Matching by Mattie is, but hopefully she isn't in the room. And hopefully she'll be able to open the door.

Farewell (and freezing) for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
Sometimes I feel like I'm truly invisible. Like today. I was walking down the halls, talking with a friend (I can't remember who) when someone ran into me like I wasn't even there! They didn't apologize or anything. They just kept walking. And they weren't the only person to do that, either. People rarely glance at me or even give me the time of day if they aren't part of an exclusive few who acknowledge my existence. If I ask people something, they act as if I'm not there, and I have to strive to get their attention for something as simple as asking about morning announcements! (The telepathic voice of the announcer lady is often so garbled I can't understand her.) This really bothers me sometimes. Or, at least, it bothers me until I remember that I really am invisible. Or until I turn visible and someone tries to ask me something, in which case I quickly remember the benefits of being invisible. Sometimes being invisible is great. But sometimes it isn't.

In other news, I heard @Jessica Moon has returned(?). Hi! I'm Nobody. I think. You don't really know me because I'm sort of kind of new to Psyhigh, and I don't really know you because I'm sort of kind of new to Psyhigh, but welcome back!

Oh! And @Aaron Dee, I would love to have some socks. I always take mine off and put them in the laundry bin, and then set the laundry bin down somewhere on my way to the laundry and forget about them. Or maybe I wash them and just forget them in the laundry room. I can't remember. But anyway, I have a shortage of socks. Although, Claude doesn't seen to keen on me accepting socks from you for some reason; he seems suspicious. I can't imagine why. Socks are perfectly harmless. Most of the time.

I'd be willing to trade you some interconnected glowing shoelaces for the socks, though. I found a bunch of them on the windowsill all tangled up in a Gordian knot. You might need a sword to get the knot of shoelaces untangled. But still. Let me know if you want to trade; I'm in dorm... Uh... Dorm room....ummmm... Room... I can't remember. But I'm @Matching by Mattie's roommate and the room is easily distinguished by the stench, er, scent of perfume.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
Did you know that if you prick your finger on one of the thorn bushes torwards the back of the gardens that you'll fall into a deep coma-like sleep for several days? No one even noticed I was laying on the ground of the garden. I may or may not have been invisible. But still. I have bruises, so I know at least one person tripped over me. I'm not quite sure how long I've been out though. Or what day it is. I never know what day it is, actually. But still.
Hopefully my absence won't count against me in class.

I need to go find some sprinkles. I haven't had any since I pricked my finger. At least Claude is here to lead me back. Apparently he kept an eye on me the entire time. *rubs eyes and yawns* I hate enchanted naps. They always make you so groggy and confused. And they leave a bad aftertaste in your mouth. Like overripe cherries and banana peels. Or maybe that was the flavour of sprinkles I was eating before I fell asleep.

In other news, @Gretel, I most certainly have not ever wanted to be Normal. I don't know why you would think that. I would never ever want to be Normal, to be accepted, to be...loved. Nope. Not me. *nervous laughter* I don't know why people would want to be Normal. Not at all. @Rainbow Tracie has a point. I think. And technically we are all normal. As @Scilph said, Normal is "usual, typical, or expected. The usual, average, or typical state or condition". Here at Psyhigh WE are the usual and typical condition, no matter how untypical or unusual. Here is where the strange are average. And anyway, if everyone has some oddities and no one is completely Normal, than that becomes the Average, which means everyone is Normal. A completely Normal person would, in fact, be Abnormal.

...Right?

I need some sprinkles. And..Mushroom soup. I'm craving mushroom soup for some reason. Shiitake mushrooms. Wait, no. Portobella mushrooms. I don't know where to find any, though. *sigh* I'll just eat sprinkles.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
This is slightly terrifying, er, exciting!! I'm at the Arena sitting with everyone, eating sprinkles. The match has just started; they have chosen their jewels and are now crafting Jell-O weapons!! Two boys completed their weapons before everyone else, and they've now teamed up to pommel everyone else!! And when they're almost the last two, one will betray the other! I think. Wait no, one just got Jell-O'ed. *crowd roars and @Morris's air horn goes off* I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!!

This is so exciting!! The guy sitting next to me thinks so too! I keep forgetting his name. But he's one of the guys who asked my advice for getting out of the Arena. I'm not sure he's supposed to be here, actually. But still. He brought me sprinkles!

*crowd roars again and @*Atlantica* and @Scilph shout*

Whoa!! The guy with the emerald just used a force field to destroy someone's Jell-O weapon! And now he's taking everyone out!!
*air horn goes off again*
Someone used invisbility to sneak up on him! He's out!!!

Something else happened, but I forgot what it was. Oh well. Maybe The Guy Sitting Next To Me will remind me. He's been very polite about that, and doesn't get frustrated when I forget things. Like his name. He also got everyone some Jell-O cup refills and brought me another jar of sprinkles.

I'd better go so I can be properly horrified by the Arena in all it's gory gelatin-ness. Er, I mean, enjoy it.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
I'm starting to think the invisible thread wasn't such a good idea. People keep tripping over it, and everytime they trip, I trip. Because it's attached to my finger so I don't lose it. For thread, it's pretty strong stuff. After today I think I'll just rely on Claude. He said he's following me around today anyway. But still.

In other news, I remember what I was supposed to do for The Arena of Intense Competition! I think. I haven't sold too many tickets (only 49 and a half) but I have had 270 people come up to me and ask me questions! They were all guys, and wanted to know stuff like "Where can the best jell-o be made/purchased", and "How do I get Mattie to like me", or "What is going on and how do I get out of this" (which was asked in a rather panicked voice), and "Is there a way to get disqualified" and "Which books should I check out from the library and which library should I use" (Did you know we have more than one library?? I had no idea. Or maybe I did and I just forgot. Anyway.) Everytime I answered a question, they gave me stuff! Specifically jars of sprinkles!! One guy even gave me thirty jars of Sunshine and Happiness flavoured Spinkles and tried to hug and kiss me when I told him the best recipe for temporarily stopping hearts so he could fake his death! I found the hug/kiss invasive of my personal space though, so I turned invisible and ran away. Some others gave me money, but I didn't really need that, so I put it in Mattie's Ticket Profits box.

Also, does anyone have a use for dragon scales? Claudette has started shedding a LOT, and they're getting everywhere. Whenever Claude sheds, I just put his fur on the window sill so birds can use it in nests, but the only birds that take Claudette's scales are those giant vultures from the thirty second dimension, and they really freak Mattie out.

The scales are pretty big, too, since Claudette is now refrigerator sized. I hope she doesn't get any larger, or she won't fit in the room. But if anyone wants any scales, they're free. Also, they're.... Uh... Shiny? And indestructible. And they're probably useful in potions and stuff. I think.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

Dear Somebody,
Do you ever get the feeling that someone is watching you? The hair on the back of your neck stands up, and you get goosebumps and chills, and can't stop looking behind you, even though there's no one there; and yet you have this feeling... Almost like that black van that follows you everywhere has you on surveillance. No? Me neither. I'm sure that van is just an entrepreneur. They even have a sign advertising free candy and sprinkles! Maybe I'll check it out later. It's really easy to miss, though. The van is camoflaouged and generally hidden behind some bushes, but everytime I leave campus, it follows me. Probably looking for costumers for the free candy.

In other news, I have officially mastered the dead tongue of, well, the dead. Specifically the language of mummified cats. It's a very dry, raspy language, and not particularly useful. Most mummified cats are less than talkative; mostly because their brains were removed, but still. I think I also learned something else in another class, but I've forgotten what it was.

Claude has gotten better about dropping me off at the right classrooms, I think. Maybe. But I'm still thinking of going back to using yarn. Maybe I'll use invisible thread instead, so it won't (visibly) get in everyone's way. I'll have to tie it to my finger, though, so I don't lose it. Or forget about it. I think I'll try that. I just hope no one trips on it.

Also, has anyone seen @Walls or @Kristopher lately, or have I been hanging out with them and just keep forgetting? I can't remember.

I suppose I'll go and set up the invisible thread now so I can get to my classes tomorrow. If only I could remember what they were... Or where they are. I'll ask Claudette. She needs to go on a walk, anyway.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

@Gail Morgen, don't feel too bad about today! I think I was in that class with you (maybe), and it wasn't that bad. That classroom has been semi-destroyed hundreds of times; you're not the first person to accidentally mutilate school property. Actually, I think Claudette might have set fire to it once. Maybe. Assuming that's the same classroom. Maybe I wasn't in your class and it was some other kid who destroyed a different room. I don't have a very good memory. But still. I might have been in that class with you. You probably didn't notice me, though, because I was invisible for most of the meditation. I think I do remember someone shooting a rubber band gun. So maybe I was in that class. What class was that, anyway?

I guess it doesn't matter if I was in that class or not. What matters is, don't let one (or three) bad days (or even 9 bad days) spoil your time at Psyhigh. Although things do get hectic, it's a very nice and understanding school.

Most of the time.

Dear Somebody,
I've been so busy lately I've barely had time to think. One of my classes assigned this 789,000 page book entitled "The Basics of Teacup Teleportation" which I'm supposed to read by tomorrow. I'm not sure what class it's for. Or if it's even one of my classes. Lately Claude has just been dropping me off at the nearest classroom and then leaving immediately so he can hangout with Eralonia. I'm not entirely sure he's leaving me in the right classes, either. I also have a thirty page essay to write on Sunbursts and How They Correlate to Disturbances in the Stars. And various worksheets to fill out for various classes. It's almost as if I'm in different classes everyday, and doing homework for all of them.

And when I haven't been doing homework, I've been with @Matching by Mattie. My hair is now Goldfish Yellow with Turkish Delight White highlights, and I'm coated with makeup and nail polish. We have new plush curtains as well as new plush rugs, and my closet is brimming with clothes I don't feel comfortable wearing. I'm also the secretary for the Arena of Intense Competition event. Although I've forgotten what I'm supposed to be doing. But still.

Also, @Blach, I'm not quite sure how I feel about having my astral and ghostal essences captured. Especially since that usually requires a rite of passage involving lamps, snow globes, and grape flavoured Nehi soda.

In other news, I hope @*Atlantica* is ok. I heard the infirmary was making good progress leeching out the titanium, but still. Maybe I'll give her a jar of sprinkles and some of Mattie's makeup in a get well basket. And a couple of shiny dragon scales; Claudette has started shedding.

At least everything's over now, for good. No one else will ever be hurt again by... Him.

*a tapping sound is heard from the window* *Nobody ignores it*

I have to go so I can finish up a report on "Koi Fish and Why They are Imperative to Achieving Enlightenment". I want to find a Koi pond so I can get some quotes for the report.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

*Nobody leaves the room* *A tapping sound is again heard at the window, and Claude gets up from where he was sleeping on the sofa to open the window* *He finds a note written on office paper* "I know where you are, and I'll be watching you. All of you. *signed* Your father, David Cimmerian" *Claude drops the note in a jar of perfume where it dissolves instantly and resumes his nap; this time on the window sill*

Dear Somebody,
We're back at Psyhigh! I think. I'm not sure where we went or how long we were gone though. Did we go on vacation? That explains why I'm covered in soot. I'll have to take a shower soon before Mattie yells at me for getting soot everywhere; it's bad enough that everything's half burnt. Oh! Our curtains are gone. Did Claudette burn them? I don't remember. Oh well. It must have happened while I was on vacation. How long was I gone? I remember... Something about labs... Labradoodles? That must be it. We took Claude to a dog park! With black labs, chocolate labs, and labradoodles. Yeah. That must be what happened. I don't remember a thing. *nervous laughter* But that's alright. Like @Gretel says, we should live in the now, right? And who says belief doesn't make something real? This is Psyhigh, where believing in something makes it all too real. And everything's over now. Our vacation at Cimmerian La-- I mean with the labradoodles is over. *more nervous laughter* Everything is completely and permanently over with.

What was I talking about? I forgot. Yeah. I forgot. I need some sprinkles. Maybe I'll take a nap later, like Claude is now.

Farewell for now,
Nobody

My mother died when I was very small. I barely remember her, I was so young when she died. I was raised by my Aunt (my mother's sister); she knew from the moment I was born that I was different, and that I would have psychic powers, and she knew that my father could never accept that. Everyone in my mother's family had some sort of psychic power, and I was no exception. My father and his family, however are all Normals, and until my father found out about me, he thought everyone else was Normal. My Aunt tried to keep me away from my father because I've never been very good at controlling my invisibility, and we didn't dare let him find out about it, but one day he came to see me, and I turned invisible right in front of his eyes. He thought it was witchcraft or a birth-defect, and dedicated his life to research. I never knew about it or saw him again until They took me to The Labs. At first all he was trying to do was "cure" me, but then he thought about the usefulness of invisibility, and began to suspect that there must be other kinds of psychic powers. He started experimenting with uncanny animals like Claude, trying to find a way to transfer powers from Psychics to Normals. And He began to see me as a lab rat instead of a daughter. Claude and I both escaped before we could be experimented upon, but now we've both been recaptured, and I don't know what He'll do to @*Atlantica* if He finds out she can influence luck--
*crashing and swearing sounds in the background, followed by frantic shouts* *The door to Nobody's cell swings open* What's happening? Is that... @Morris??