I've been...hit on in all of my classes, by one of my teachers, and there have been people trying to sit with me at lunch.

What the hell is going on? I'm not going to school tomorrow. I'm not leaving the damn apartment.

Seriously? Seriously?

This is exactly why I don't leave my apartment if I don't have to. Everyone here is fucking crazy.

Oh goody, to be mortal again.

At least I have my head back. And what do you know? Hair. The wonders never cease. I'll need to buy a snake, at least. And apparently I have to share an apartment with someone. Either one of you offers a room, or the Manager gives me one. I'm not paying for another night in a hotel.