Thread:MsEraserCollector/@comment-4816103-20130616050941/@comment-5450362-20130703032138

Patricia's POV:

I went to the place that was supposed to be my room. It was a really pretty room. Purple walls, two beds, the place smelled like flowers. Girly, huh.

I didn't greet anyone before entering there. What? They were strangers for me. I'm not that kind of girl who wants everyone to love her. I'll be satisfied if I make one true friend.

I started un-packing. I was the first, so I could choose my bed. Yay. I chose the one that was more in...I don't know...inside.

After 3 hours, I finished my side of the room.....It had some of Rock bands posters, some Emily the Strange stuff, and one special place for photos. All of them of Piper and I. My only true friend. In elementary, no one understood me. Those mean brats enjoyed ruining my draws/paints and throw me juice. Why? Because I was silent. Because I was different. Because I wanted to be somebody else.

I went outside to breath some pure air. I found a comfortable place in the yard. I wanted friends, but I didn't want to expose myself. I wanted to be calm. I stared a t the house. It's nice, but creepy image. And I really enjoyed that. I started drawing. A group of "meaty" boys were playing football. I didn't expect their stupid ball would fall in the bushes and hit me on the head. I fell unconscious.

Like, few minutes later.....I was in the nursery.

After falling asleep, I slowly started to open my eyes..........There was a tiny brunette girl standing by my side....