Dear Diary,
Breakfast was unusual. It wasn't anything I have ever eaten before. But it definitely tastes better than what my parents give me. To me, it sounds absurd, the quote 'There is no place like home.' I will not fathom lies, but there IS pretty much one place that is like home. An insane ansylum. I've heard stories of them, and pictures too. Now, regarding my stay at Go Jet Academy, I was introduced to my new class. Lots of obedient, young faces I saw, I can tell you. The woman who led me to breakfast earlier was actually my teacher, and her name was Mrs Kelly. She told everyone about me, and I was really nervous for seemingly the first time after a full decade. You already know this by now, I'm a unicorn, all of my classmates were humans. I did not see a single unicorn in sight. I was in despair, Diary. Despair. Mrs Kelly led be to a seat in the front corner, next to a boy who had a quite unbelievely bushy moustache. Apparently, Diary, his age is 14, but I really can't learn to imagine that at all! He also wore such aloof attire, seemingly a full-body metal suit that covered him entirely except for his face. And just right now, she was staring at me intensely as I was writing this. I have a feeling I'm in for a very wacky time. Take care, Diary.
- Ubercorn (P.S the boy with the moustache is also very rude! I'm not sure that I like him that much.)
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Fantasy"Hello Diary, my name is Ubercorn! You're gonna love hearing my adventures here at Go Jet Academy!" - Page ripped out from 1977
