Dear diary,


    I walked Theodore today. He''s really wary of the sleeping people. I swear there seems to be more and more of them.


    It''s been foggy lately and I feel like I''m hearing a voice talking to me. Maybe it''s the voice of the world that Ms. Birch was talking about. Poppy said she was thinking of becoming a pyromancer. She says her red hair would make things easy for branding. Honestly, I''m having trouble keeping up with this new class. Sometimes I don''t know what any of the words mean but I just nod anyway because I don''t want to look like an idiot.Find this and other great novels on the author''s preferred platform. Support original creators!


    Or maybe I already look like an idiot.


    diary save me please.


    Love,


    Tina