I have a confession to make.

I may have told somebody they were the only real person out there.

It was a pretty slow day, and I got bored, okay? But it seems this person took it seriously, so I wanted to clarify that at least 6 of the people attending this school are confirmed by yours truly to be real.

Miss Flowers, sorry.

But I don't blame you for asking that question. With all the overlapping timelines, dimensions, and realities, it can be hard to figure out what's real and what's not. So here's a way to help:

If the entity in question says it's real, then it's definitely NOT real.

If the entity is transparent...be cautious.

The only sense you can fully trust is your sense of taste. If you can taste it, it's 100% real.

Now, I'm not telling you to lick everything you see or anything...but...it's a good way to determine reality.

I am a poet.

Well, that's what I call myself. I'm really a writer. What do I write about?

Everything.

I don't leave my room. There's no point, seeing as all my letters are delivered to me by my door anyway. In fact, I have a whole tower to myself.

Good for writing, not good for talking to people.

I know pretty much everything that goes around in this little school of ours (little should be taken with a grain of salt, or maybe some anti-salt, if you're from the inverse dimension).

@Ms. Hazeltine keeps bugging me about going to class, but I don't feel like it. I really don't want to talk to anybody. however, that doesn't mean I don't write. I have family I write to, of course, but most of my time is spent reading and responding to the immense amount of letters I receive daily.

From who?

Everybody.

Or at least, it feels like that. From my little tower, you can almost see the letters gushing from the base of the spire leading to my humble abode. Through my little window, I see a certain group of students causing a ruckus. I've gotten plenty of letters about them. Geez, if I can find one...there. here's one from Anthony A.

"Dear V,

I am a florist here at PsyHigh, and recently a group of troublemakers in green jeans completely ruined my flower bed! Do you know of anything that can help repel them? My acid mums can't take this!

-Anthony A."

My response to this, obviously, as any sane person would respond, was 'Havent you planted some delinquent fly-traps?' but I fear that this group may be something more than just lawn stompers. As long as I don't have to leave my tower, I should be fine.

Now where *are* those dang oncology textbooks...