I am not sure if I'm still going to live after tomorrow since the attention is on me again. That bastard.
I sigh and fix my bouquet in a vase. The fragrance of the flowers lingers in my whole room. I love it.
After fixing the bouquet I proceed on making myself a comfortable bath. I just realize, I never bring the catastrophic events together. They don't make sense, it is like peace before the storm.
One time everyone wants to kill me then the next day, it's all peaceful again. I started gathering the pieces again.
From when I enrolled here…
"Madame Minerva's Castle School"
"George Willof"
"Mama why is your hand shaking?" I gave her my gloves, she might just get cold.
It's so cold again.
She knew it! Mom knows something about what's going to happen. She felt the presence of whatever it is when she brought me here.
