I've never met anyone my age. They're all older and they never come back. They're here for a week or two and then they say goodbye and leave. People say my parents were here for years and years and years. That they stayed up here with me as long as they could and they were great people. They met on the station, apparently I was born here to, something called a doctor came up here or something. I always ask where everyone goes once they leave but no one ever answers me, they just say somewhere.
One of them, Chelsea, said something to me but it wasn't just in a speaking voice, it was smooth and the words kind of melded together and there were pauses in between some that made it interesting. There was one part that I remember, it got loud and soft and flowed. 'I want adventure in the great wide somewhere'. That's what she said with the most, I don't know the word to describe it, but you could feel the words when she said it. Then she said that I was in the great wide somewhere, but if I'm in it and she wanted to be there why did she leave? She left when I was seven, my parents left when I was six.
It's fun while everyone is here and I learn new things while they're here, but when it's just me I feel something, what's the word? Kind of scared, like no one is coming, I think the word for it is different, but it does start with an s, it makes me feel empty, I guess. And when no one is here I have no one to ask my questions to. Like what's that word I'm looking for, or what's the round thing floating in the distance, why is my food always the same, why is everyone so excited when they don't touch the ground, why is the stringy stuff on my head always growing? Well sometimes the voices answer my questions. It feels like the voices come from the brown thing I always wear that covers my ears and has a small stick that comes over to my mouth and connects over my head. But, I think they come from outside. Outside the windows, in the blackness.
Someone is supposed to come tomorrow. They have to fix the huge antenna thing that extends from my room. I can't wait until they come but until they come, I guess I'll read the book Stephanie gave me two years ago.
Having a book is so exciting, The pages smell funny, and the story is so funny. But sometimes the jokes in my book get a little old and I don't laugh as much. Some of the words I can't read and others I can't say. Well maybe I can say them, but they don't sound right when I say them out loud. I just hope someone gets here soon.
