You might not see me, but I'm here. A whisper in the shadows, a prickle on your skin. I'm… different. I don't cry, I just observe. And sometimes, I get a little… curious. Especially about you, a fresh face in this vibrant, chaotic school. You see, I've got an adult mind, a hunger for… understanding. And you, with your vibrant energy, your palpab...Read more