The quad is almost empty. I see the students going into the GAZEBOS and zapping back home.

ZAP

ZAP

ZAP

It reminds me of one of those lights you hang on your porch. The ones that moths dive bomb and die at.

ZAP

ZAP

ZAP

Hopefully it doesn't hurt.

I talked with a mind reader today. I asked her what minds look like. Are they a blank room with screens displaying every thought, memory, and dream as one conjures them? Is it a vast endless plane of information and ideas blooming and withering in endless cycles? She told me that every mind is a little different on the inside. One person's head looked like a dusty old attic. There were cardboard boxes with sloppy scribbles on the sides saying "Fears", "Foul Foods", "Family & Friends", and even one labeled "Why F is My Favorite Letter". Cobwebs were in every corner, with dust and song lyrics stuck in their tangled webs. One lightbulb hung from the ceiling, and every time it lit up a filing cabinet in the corner stored a new piece of paper in its manila folders. Along the walls all sorts of junk kept fading in and out of view, everything from a antique rusty tuba to President Taft in a bath tub. Unfortunately for the mind reader girl, there were also raccoons in the attic who attacked her. Apparently everybody has mental guardians that protect their mind from mind readers. Some of them are push-overs, some of them are deadly, and some of them are rabid raccoons living in an attic with President Taft.

Doesn't that make you wonder what your mind looks like?

I don't really like it when it rains, the sky looks so glum. And I can't go walk around the school and smell the flowers. *sigh* At least I can sing aloud in my room. Nancy won't be here to glare at me. My roommate has a tendency to melt in the presence of large amounts of water, and therefore evacuates the area during storms. Poor girl. Anyway, this is a rainy-day song I made up just for Psyhigh. I hope you all like it. *clears throat*

It's raining!
It's pouring!
The invisible cats are roaring!
They hate being wet,
And I'd take the bet,
That we'll be hearin' angry hisses 'til morning!

... Ta-da ...

I really like sodas. You take one sip and WOOSH, your tongue is washed into a bubbly world of sugar and caffeine. And there are so many colors: bright reds, pastel blues, unstable pinks, concerning yellows, beckoning purples, outrageous oranges, and energized greens. There's almost as many flavors as @i am the champ's assorted candies. If somebody painted a picture with sodas the resulting picture would either be an eye-sore or the manifestation of dreams!

There's something off about original Mountain Dew soda though. Whenever I buy a bottle of Mountain Dew something odd happens. Once, a giant glob of uncooked cookie dough floated through my room. Another time, every electrical object in my family's apartment building exploded. It's been five years since I had Mountain Dew. I had assumed the curse would have expired, or at least gone flat by now. But this soda bottle I grabbed keeps writing abbreviations in the bottle's condensation.

NOB... LSE... RCL... EDTA... SOS... FFFS... FLE...PUR...TUM....

What does any of this even mean? Maybe I'll just chuck the bottle out the window before something bad happens. I really don't need another inanimate object haunting me. *glares at floating blue pen*

...I used to like soda. I really did. Then that weird haunted Mountain Dew bottle appeared. Then a weird galaxy cat stole it. Then when I went to replace it, the vending machine exploded.

Some things in this world just aren't meant to be. Dogs aren't meant to meow. Robots aren't meant to love. Homework isn't meant to be fun. I'm not meant to enjoy delicous, bubbly sodas.

Does anybody know how to get soda stains out of clothes? My uniform is so sticky now.

I haven't slept in two days.

I can feel it brewing in the back of my skull. It is banging and bouncing and burning in my brain, begging to be let out. It is a dream. This dream is insubstantial at first, but it grows and swirls and seems to solidify into a monster. I can't sleep. I won't sleep. If I sleep, the dream will pounce on me.

This isn't a normal dream. When it gets like this, it's a prophetic vision. My REM sleep will be filled with events of the future and people I haven't yet met. These are never happy visions. Only pain of physical and emotional types will be produced. If I stay awake until the event my dream predicts has passed, then I will be spared a horrific experience of nightmares. Oh... but to sleep. My pillow is waving me over to it. I started hallucinated from lack of sleep five hours ago. You know you've really lost it when you see a half-bald girl tromping down the hallway with a tuba.

My skull is pounding. I could go to the nurse... but then she'll make me record my dream. There is only one solution. I can't go on like this. My head feels like it's filled with lava.

I'm going in. Into the future.

To anybody who cares to read this:

My prophetic dream was as torturous as I anticipated. Soon, a dark event will occur on our grounds. There will be a broken heart, there will be many tears shed, and powers will be unleashed beyond the student's/students' physical limits. (But is that really anthing new for our school?) I suggest sealing your windows closed and keeping some unperishable foods in the cupboard until at least next Tuesday. Also, make sure your pets are safely inside. We don't need any excessive feline casualties.

Now back to our regularly posted nonsense!

A Cheer for Psyhigh:
Haunted halls
Fire balls
Whistling some forlorn calls.
Invisible
Electrical
Dimensionally influential.
Friends
Foes
Either or
There's only one place we can go.
Psyhigh:
Our sanctuary.
Psyhigh:
Our education.
Psyhigh:
A brand new life.
Psyhigh:
A certain death.

Twinkle twinkle little box,
Why can you not be unlocked?
Something in you isn't right,
Something's in you locked up tight,
Twinkle twinkle little box,
Why'd you tear my room apart?

Do you know the magnet man?
The magnet man?
The magnet man!
Do you know the magnet man?
Who has a laptop stuck to him?
(I'm being serious, if you see that teacher please let him know that he accidentally stole my computer. It should be on his back unless he removed it. Thanks everyone.)

Um... hi everybody. Don't hate me... but Eralonia's pretty spot on. Listen to her. Like most prophecy's, what I know is pretty foggy. Probably because the future keeps changing. All I know for sure at this point is that "love" is a trigger for the event.

Here's a little song to clarify:
Pacifica loves Atlantica!
Atlantica loves the world!
Morris loves his family,
And everyday feels worse...
Scilph loves Jessica, and someone else we knoooow!
Nobody loves the sprinkles and her cat,
And Mattie loves herself!

And here's a song to encourage you all:

Ring around the students!
Each about to lose it!
Focus!
Focus!
Or we'll all fall down!

Oh, and make sure you keep her under control. Unstable mind + unstable powers = catastrophe. Keep a close eye on--
ZAP!
*sorry, Gretel has been taken to "forever". Please standby.*

(soft, muffled, and disembodied voice can be heard singing in the train yard near Psyhigh)

*la. la. la. la. LAAA. la. ... la. la. la. la. LAAA. la. ... la. la. la. la. LAAA. la. ... la. la. la. la. LAAA. la.*

I'm lost in forever,
But nobody should fret,
The battle isn't over,
Well, at least not yet.

Two of you are succeeding,
One of you is gone,
Three of you are flailing,
So listen to my song.

Like most foreseen futures,
Nothing's set in stone.
Now only three paths are for sure,
But on which one will you go?

One path is safety.
One path is death.
One path is insanity.
It's obvious which is best.

Broken splintered minds.
Broken splintered hearts.
Will it be peace that they find,
Or will they fall apart?

Many separate stories,
Many separate souls,
When will you realize,
You aren't really alone?

Sorry if I'm eerie,
Or if you get the creeps,
I never should have told you,
About my stupid drea-- (singing abruptly stops)