Hello @ Nova Toaster , I must say you do have a point here. I love your name though....yes Morgans do have some advantages but perhaps you should keep your own identity? too many people are losing them these days, you should try to be cautious with yours. Once someone almost snatched my ID away from me on the bus! The nerve...

But again I love your name...Especially since I named my cat from the cabinet in my closet Nova....Hey! If you feel alone since your name is so unique...remember there is a galaxy colored cat named Nova too! Maybe you would enjoy naming your toaster Nova also...

But if you do become a Morgan, I hope it is all the best...

Hugs,

Jessica Moon

@Bennett

Excuse me please. *Stands up on her tippy toes to try to look taller*. I'd like to have a word with you....

Please do not disgrace our school for "lame stories" as you call it. First of all, there are our thoughts, and our thoughts are our reality. What gives you the right to step down on our realities? We all are intertwined in many ways considering all the parallel dimensions...

Please next time have the courtesy of watching your thoughts not offend others, especially since you can leave our company at any time.

Best wishes,

Jessica Moon

*Goes inside room and sketches a brute picture of a kitten terrorizing a ball of yarn*

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. *

Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTS,

It's the weekend and while I was busily scrambling to get my homework done early with a spoonful of Nutella in my mouth I had to most peculiar experience! You see, there was this weird tapping on the wall of the cabinet. I was terrified. I had spent hours coloring the walls a galaxy themed color scheme and when nothing happened I gave up entirely. I even had to buy more paints of this occasion. So I was upside down on my bed drawing like a mad women and the banging increased volume. *thump thump thump* the beat almost sounded playful. It was as if a small child was enjoying her time tapping to music. I hesitantly gotten up stridding carefully over to the cabinet. I tapped my long fingers unto the wall pausing to hear a response. You don't know how fast my heart was beating! It was like a thousand horses. I flung my wild curls out of my face thoughtfully and whispered "hello? Anyone in there?" That's when the door burst open and a firework of a creature started to bounce all over my dorm room leaving colorful trails of blues, purples, and blacks in its wake. I stood their petrified watching the chaos. I tried to my hardest to catch him but it was no use. My drawing I had been working on evaporated unto precipitation. Anger filled me but slowly disappeared as the weird creature bounces straight into my swirly garbage can in the corner of my room. When I lifted the lid all my rage died. It was a kitten, similar to the ones I draw out of habit. It's eyes were wide, fear swimming inside of them. They were bright purple with hues of white like stars. The coat glimmered the same galaxy themed colors of the walls of my closet. "Awww..." I had sighed. "Poor kitty". When I had picked him up, his fur was as soft as a cloud before a rain storm. Tinted grey with so many shades of pink, almost like cotton candy. It had watched me cautiously.

Now I sit here with this lovely creature sitting in my lap. I am stroking it tenderly with my right hand as I write with the left. (I am a proud lefty by the way!) The kitten's large eyes are closed to reveal silver eyelids. This is the first time I have ever been in love. I want to keep him.

Also I figured out the most perfect name to suit this kitten.

NOVA!!! I finally feel happy and warm inside. The irony is that he is cold like space but carries this aura of heat around him . I should get back to homework but I should go get a few items to feed this baby and take care of him. But sadly I need to ask the headmaster if it is okay. This will be the first time I talked to her since school begun. Time to venture into the outside. Wish me luck.

P.s. RIGHT NOW NOVA IS SNORING! ISN'T THAT THE CUTEST MOST ADORABLE THING IN THE HISTORY OF PSYHIGH!???

Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTS,

I was shifting through a crate inside the closet in my bedroom when I discoved a compact cabinet in the back. At first I thought it was like the wardrobe from "Narnia" but it was actually a little safe. Could it be from a past resident of this dorm I couldn't know but what i did know is something special lied behind the door. I pulled and used all my ideas to open the door from drawing, sending an army of dust bunnies, a hammer, and even a high-heel shoe my mom gave me such a long time ago but none worked. I then noticed a little engraving etched into the top right corner of the stone door. It read "Color." Suddenly I was unblinded from the aspect the whole closet, walls and floor and teany tiny door was bare with a static grey. I have plans for the evening now. I grabbed my trusty feather and went to work. I shall report later my findings.

Wish me creativity please.

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.

I am now more aware that the dawn hesitates to rise sometimes. Last night I had stayed up practicing this new art technique Mrs. P had assigned to me. I was so lost into it I didnt realize it was morning until the sun peeked shyly over the horizen. I watched as his eyes opened sleepily while he lifted himself into the sky. The peculier thing that happened was that he paused, for just one moment before continuing his majestic awakining. I wonder if the sun hesistates because he is sad of what earth is becoming or if he was just more tired then the usual. Ether way we should plant more trees and maybe draw a mural of the dawn. I think he would enjoy the present very much...

Must be lonely being a sun, when his only friends (the moon and the stars) are at the opposite ends of the earth. I'll start lending him little compliments and add him to my list of friends.

LIST OF FRIENDS
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+Nemo
+dustbunnies
+Sun *scribbles a doodle of a sun here*

Today is a lovely day for doing homework underground eh? I love the school's swimming pool. The fact that they have water that doesn't make you wet is amazing! I am so intrigued by the fact of sitting at a desk underwater. I even made a friend who looks almost like a clown fish. I named him Nemonster, but Nemo for short. This is a nice change from my lonely dorm room despite the lavander candle. It smells nice but it eventually spirals into my dreams turning my dreamscapes purple.

I wonder why many others do not come here. I can feel the cool water kiss my skin and run its fingers through my hair. I deeply enjoy the silence it brings with the small sounds of little transparent fish fluttering around playing games. My favorite animal down their is the lovely Jelly fish. The way they trail their long silky web-like tentacles through the water is like ribbons tied to a pole on a windy day. Of course Nemo will be my most most favorite. Also my drawing is much more enhanced inside here. The colors become vibrant and more vivid among the pale blue standing out. I once snuck down here in the middle of the night and noticed the darkness inside here was not sad or suffocating. It was beautiful.

I am going to ask the headmaster if I can change dorms to one like this. Filled with oxygen blended water that doesn't get you soaked to the bone. It is like the sky brought down all around me. I pray "Yes" is the answer.

I may not be able to send paper airplanes however, but I promise i'll figure out a way to call for friends. I want a friend, a human or monster or ghoul or any student...Nemo is a kind companion, but all he does is blow bubbles and give me a seashell from who knows where time after time. I would like someone to talk to...I will send a paper airplane tonight.

@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. ^ ~ ^

Dear, PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTSFROMTHEDAY...

The dark is becoming a part of me....And I am becoming increasingly scared of this growing development. I spend more and more time doing homework for my ART'S DEFENSES class. You see, it consists of me using my favorite drawing utencil (my crimson feather of course) and the dark to draw vast pictures with different colors that derive from my mentality. The effort to change blue to green lately has been quite draining. I am barely seeing colors straight anymore. I yearn for Mrs. Petrocilioni to give me a break but her upside down smile doesn't allow it. I am trying to create weapons in order to defeat the mighty creativity block but my fingers are sore and my soul is stained with black. It is as if the darkness was becoming a liquid...A infinite sea of black that pours into my mouth streaming into my veins. My friends are telling me I look pale. I may have to ditch class for a few days...(even though I have never done it in my life). Nah, I couldn't. I love art way too much to give it up.

Instead I have figured a solution. I am going to light the lavander candle my mother gave me before she left. She told me it would never burn out as long as I keep feeding it a drop of water from underground. I have discovered in the "MYSTERY COURTYARD" behind the school there is a well that draws water from lake MCklememe.

I hope this is the light I need...And it is a lovely thought knowing I have a part of family with me. It gets so lonesome sometimes, when you focus on school and barely leave your room to talk. Maybe someday someone will return one of my paper airplanes with a little hello....