As I laid in my room, I could just feel the warm feeling in the room coming to life. It was so warm I felt like I was crying from my own head. Teachers said that was sweat but.. I don't really know. I never was taught simple fucking words. Except the words I'm speaking right now. And the only reason I felt warm was because that girl, in her sleeping bag, was just laying there. Peacefully. She looked... Calm. She looked... Comfortable. Even if it was a rat old wooden floor. She was comfy. Meanwhile I'm here sweating like I was standing in Egypt for nine hours in the sun with zero water. The warm feeling was making me overheat. Even if the girl is nice, it's too hot. I started pulling my turtle neck off as it revealed my shirt..with no sleeves. I forgot what they're called.

I laid back in bed. I could feel the warmth still. As I just laid on my back, no blanket on me and fuzzy there, I just felt.. Weird. I didn't have my neck covered anymore like I normally do.. I feel... Skinny. Though I think I kinda am. I only have a couple of bites or either just one pancake a night. I don't eat much. But... I can't help it. I'm 'lactose'. Or whatever that small rabbit girl said.. Rabbit girl... Hell.. How soft is her hair? Is it soft? Fuzzy soft? Next thing I knew, it was the next day. I only knew this because I felt hotter and when I woke up, she was just inches away from my cheek. When I asked her 'what?' She just replied. "Wakey time! It's almost breakfast!" She smiled. Is it weird I use the word love for her smile? Like...I just..like it.. It's soothing. Only thing I don't like is how fucking hot I am right now.

I slowly got up for once. Instead of being screamed to get up and feeling cold as doing so, I felt just overheated. I know it was just warm but I wasn't used to warm. I was in the Iceland before. Where.. Ya know.. The land is ice. Even though my dad said it was nor...Wah? Norwah? Norway? Doesn't matter. What matters is I need to get my turtle neck on. Even if it's hot. So I did that. I had fuzzy with me at least... As I just managed to go for breakfast, since everyone was waking up and leaving, my little blue haired friend walked just beside me. We had our arms touching, since she was much shorter. Not like a doll but.. Maybe... I know I'm high enough to see just with my entire face, but if she tried, she'd be at least chest Level. I didn't really mind this but this place was crowed.

Children lived here, remember? Lots. And the fact I always was last to leave, it was bothersome having all these stupid selfish kids walking along like they own the place. Cocky bastards. I always hated them and that's all I thought about. But before I could even begin to hate them more.. Guess what? This girl locks arms with me. Linked arms. I became even hotter. I mean, we had winter coming around, and winter here survives like where I used to live... Ages. Except, it would get hot for like.. A couple weeks. But I felt like it was summer already. I didn't show it of course. But I did hear some kids saying.

"Whoa, his face is red.. Look at his nose!" "Look at his cheeks.. Rosy cheeks." "His dead skin almost disappears under that redness." And that's only when I realised I was red in the face. Was I getting sick? Am I gonna die? But I did hear one thing. "Is he blushing?" Ah yes. That term. How could I have simply forgotten THAT term? THAT term used in all movies kids see. The teachers say it's for 'love'. I can't love. This isn't love. This is just a warm feeling in my chest. It's not normal. Looks like my heat it getting to me. But I must stay calm. Calm as I stare at my food as I just sit there. I saw the girl next to me eating cheerfully without the milk. I didn't really feel like eating but at the same time.. I did. But I knew as soon as I would the guy would poison me again. So why should I bother?

Then again... He seemed like he was sick. Beautiful. Just great. Stupid guy deserves to die from the plague. That's what I've been told. 'Die from the plaque'. I wonder what it is.. But other then that, I could eat in peace... Peace.. Such a weird word. It's ridiculous. Why am I using it?! But as I thought this.. THOSE girls came over. The blonde bimbos. As my very old friend said with a sickness. Though, he died. They tried to lie. Saying he was sleeping, oh, the dear is sleeping. Like Bambi's mother who was fucking shot? Is she sleeping too? I think not! She dead! So that means he's dead too! But that's not what I should focus on. I must focus on these girls. One has a blue shirt, which almost shows her stomach, while the other has the same, but red. They're eyes were thin while they had busty lips. They were much older then the blue rabbit over here. They were at least twelve. Almost ready to go into the other area where the big kids are.

I saw they had some curves, but it wasn't adorable. It was disgusting. Why is their butt so big?! Why do they have the same boobs as the teachers. But they had this, shirt thing, with no sleeves holding them up. I bet they're saggy. Damn. It's weird. They look plastic. But as I thought this, they had their hands on the table as they got laurel's attention. Ugh. Of course. "Hey, Lil Girl." I hate that. Why call them little girl? That's, as my friend quoted, 'Asking to be on a list'. Don't know what it means, but okay.

"Why are you with HIM?" "Why not? He mwy friend!" She smiled. Great. I'm gonna get back stabbed. Get ready emotions. "Well you shouldn't! Look at him!" Laurel looked over. I just sat there with my hands cupped. "He's so...ugly!" Just then, I saw Laurel just whip her head around like a cat when you sneeze and it looks like you just offended them. She stood up, having her hands on the table. "No he isn't! You are!" She stuck her tongue out. Before I could even ask, or even the girls, next minute I'm being fucking dragged across the floor to the entrance back to my room. Did...did that girl just comfort them? No one would dare even say something in a rude tone, you'd be dead.

"Um...Laurel-" she suddenly tried to sorta get me to stand. Which I did myself. It's pretty simple. I'm eight, not four. Then again she's six, I shouldn't think that. "Yous a good pwerson! Don't lwisten to them!" She said in her squeaky voice...why am I feeling warmer? I'm sweating from how warm I am. God damnit. But I just nodded. Don't wanna say nothing. Then again. She's in the same room. She would've bugged me. Doesn't matter. Lose lose.