LOOKING FOR A DOORKNOB CLEANER!
*In desperate need of a clean student to take care of dorm 227's doorknob. It does not stop sobbing after school hours leading to the smearing of a rusty mucus. It gets so intense a river of snot runs down the halls.*

Please calm its nerves and befriend it.
-May need tissues, windex, and creative skills to make a gear bouquet.
-Patience
-Little need of sleep

THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE.

Please send a paper airplane to room 226 with your details as room 227 is occupied by mucus felons.

Ugh, well hello there you twat!
Hey! I did nothing to offend you madame...sheesh...
Well you are here to write again aren't you?
Not anymore....

I am well aware of the strange electrical disturbance in this school so I intend to discover the root of the problem. I carry my favorite pen in my hand tracing absentmindidly around the air in front of me. A small line follows the pen tip with eagerness as a kitten in white forms. I pucker up my lips and focus as a feel electrons dancing along me feet. What a ruckus! They were dancing as if they were in a night club! I must find this person. I cannot concentrate!

I do not appreciate the velvet color of red no longer.

I more admire the glimmering silver reflection of a wayward puddle. Oh how I yearn to replicate this color yet it has become increasingly impossible. My fingers itch to hold a paintbrush to copy it, paint with it, and color my irises with it. I have tried so many tactics: To bargaining with a sea nymph, trading magic with a local squire, and capturing a fairy and demanding its secrets... (And you can guess who had to wash off fairy spray for a month...) I at last lurk around luminous puddles envious of their inner beauty. I am 17, yet I feel like an old white canvas buried deep inside an old dusty workshop in a labyrinth. Perhaps one day my own rainstorm will envelop me.

To the day a storm settles.

I am aware of the bacteria living under my bitten nails.