Yes I am drifting through.
I was doing fine, until I couldn't get the stains out---and the adrenaline wore off and I really started feeling the gash he left. That's going to be a lovely scar. He knows where I live---he, he looked surprised to see me, like---like he knew I wouldn't normally have been back. And Binx! My poor Binx, he scurries from one object to another trying to keep himself hidden. Scratched me even, clawed up my arm nice.
I should move. Either way, I--I can't stay here.
Hi---um, this will sound strange I know, but is there by any chance a possibility of me crashing at your school for a while? If there's a room unused, or a small place---I could stay there? Please?
Em.
So, I think this would be a good time for redecoration? Nothing like redecorating to keep one busy!