The father was secretly a bee himself.

His son was adopted.

He took off his disguise.

It was made out of dandolion and fern.

He went on an amazing adventure.

It was to a kitchen.

To kill all the forks.

The End.

(Or is it?)

I am now keenly aware that others are quite rude when it comes to scars. During my sad moments I had used my own skin as a canvas...I am intensly sad at the moment for no one had defended me in class. Yes, I know I was being dumb...Yes I was weak...But I beat it...Why can't anyone see this?

I am now aware of the color of water. It isn't as blue as everyone thinks...it is more a delicate rusty purple that shimmers when touched into billions of ripples. If you delve deeper into this purple you will see the different shades of blues and greens that make it up...If you go even deeper you will see the base shade : A coral pink.

DEAR PILLOW ONCE MORE,

Last night you informed me of a rapid growth in my drawing skills yet I do not see the evidence. I tried repeatedly to redraw the strange creature I had done in my dream with my physical hand with no avail. What is it with you giving me false motivation? My hand is aching with all the extra sparks from smashing my feather into my palm in frustration. I bent three of the because of you, hope your happy....

Um Hello?
Perhaps you'd let me introduce myself...I am now a part of your mind...

I think...
I dream...
I am you...
You is me...

Perhaps you'd look to converse with this other thought of yours...I am a simple thought, not another person...just those voices in your head...the voice you call your thoughts.

So again...Hello?

Dear PILLOW,

Please hold me little longer before I must attend school. The softness of your arms is a comfort before venturing into the cold breath of air. I enjoy drifting away inside you dreaming and thinking about life. I also enjoy using you as a magic carpet in my late night astro travels. It is nice meeting people there like me, but makes me sad that they would not remember me in the morning...Sad that people forget dreams...

I apologias for my rudeness. They are driving me mad! Perhaps you have a solution to these cry baby utilities...Am I the only one who hears them? Or am I spending too much time in the dark?

Hey! *anger boiling along the hallways emitting from a red-faced girl* Don't you dare leave this school without telling your teachers! Do you want the doorknobs to scream in rage? If so go ahead...But good riddance to you madame.

Dear PLACETOPUTMYTHOUGHTSFROMTHEDAY,

I was sketching another small kitten in the air today with my golden feather when I heard the strangest of sounds. A small heartbeat like thump was emitting from the corner of my dorm room. Of course it was dark as my drawings are much more vivid swimming without light so I couldn't make out the shape. I had the sudden thought it was finally someone behind a paper airplane yet of course I couldn't be sure. I got up cautiously flicking on the lights...

To my dismay a soft cotton candy colored puffball sat shivering in the corner. This was no ordinary animal though, it's body was immensely small to the point of just half of my index finger. It had tiny delicate ears flopped daintily over its face. The eyes soft as silver stared in such great fear it looked like it would explode into millions of baby cotton balls. I laughed out loud realizing my silliness was all in vain...It was only a shy little dust bunny. "There there.." I cooed. I gently palmed it in my hands and placed it under my bed hearing squeaky roaring cheers from its fellow companions.

I returned to my desk flicking off the lights. Instead of a kitten,I drew a dust bunny gracefully into the air with my favorite velvet crimson feather.

Ahhh I new I had forgotten something! It hit me in the shape of a brick last night, which of course left a fresh knot upon my forehead. At the moment I am nursing it with an icepack I had received from the nurse.

An introduction! That is what it is. I should allow people to look inside my veil and see who I am, not in emotional terms but rather physically as I enjoy hiding behind one spun out of spiderwebs from the "Maker" downstairs.

So I am Jessica Moon...Not a girl named after the beautiful moon but named after my mother's childhood pet Luna. I enrolled here a few weeks ago. I was in hot pursuit of this dream I had finally caught in my sleep...(Which took for ages have you know) and now I can improve my skills. I can draw with atoms using anything of my choosing....(my favorite thing right now to use is a velvet crimson feather) and I can visualize dreams into reality. I like to think of myself as an antennae, a useless antennae. Er, sometimes I converse with the other side though I have a tendency to ignore them as all they ask for (rather beg) is fresh orange delicacy from my lunch...despite the fact they cannot eat it nor taste it.

I also enrolled here in high hopes I would finally find others like me. I never had people who truly enjoyed my presence unless it was for homework they procrastinated on until it was impossible.

I rather like poetry, and tea. It is a lovely aspect of my life.

Um well I stay in room 227 down the hall of the great Gecko so please send a paper airplane if you wish to hang out. Sorry if I greet you with a scowl, it is probably from my ruthless attempts to make my pet lynx stay put at night for a well rested sleep.