They denied Jack-Jack of a brain. They said she was ignorant and hidden and awkward. I feel protective over her, a small girl with a thrilling personality of grey. I have been to her house before. It's a depressing hell hole of a place, her room a scatter of things she wants to be. She wore her ponytail lower today, and spoke to me once only, something is wrong, I can tell.
I'm not sure if I'm supposed to feel grievance for others like that, especially as I am someone whom people look down upon. Is it insulting to be pitied?

Today was a day of peppermint aftertaste. That horrible green god was not here and so I sat bored for four classes without him, wondering if my new obsession with green was apparent. Only one thing consoles me; that is the simple longing for tomorrow.