Colored pencils. I grabbed the sketchbook jumped in bed and I drew all over the walls. I drew claudia, I drew Ron,I drew myself, and then I drew everything. I spent hours upon hours drawing. Now I can go to therapy.
"Hello alice,"the thearapust says I take off running back towards my cell.
I hate this place. I lie on my bed starting at the blank whit celling. I take my desk put it on my bed climb ontop and then I draw. I cover the celling with vampires and witches. All of the stuff I miss.
