Well, I would complain about this happening on a school day, because this is not my idea of fun to sit in class hearing the same lectures again and again.

But at least this time I knew the answers before the teachers asked the questions.

And now my teacher thinks I was lieing about not being able to read

Not this place again. It looks even worse than before and I swear that flower tried to eat me.

Why has nothing made sense since I woke up in this crazy place. And not just this crazy place either but the other crazy place that's less crazy.

No, I don't want any tea, or vials of liquid, or cakes. I don't want clocks or cards, or croquet. I just want ( Read more... )