On our way to school, crossing the bridge, the driver loses control and drives the right off the bridge, the traffic. But hey, what if the driver doesn't lose control and stays on the bridge, never flies off and everyone loses happily ever after. Life is in a fairy tale, people die, there's no stopping it. No matter what we do, death always gets the best of us, there's no escaping it. No, this is a happy, go lucky place. There are doctors, there's medicine. Be happy, we have that. You want me to be happy? Fine. We're in school. Things are supposed to be, well, happier. Be happier, it's impossible. Tell me this. How do you expect me to be happy when school, school's like a prison, a prison of plenty of friends and adults I care about? No. I'm just a smart girl. Instead of having fun and enjoying myself, I'm stuck. Doing hours at home, freedom of speech, please. We try to speak your mind, you're cut off. Freedom of speech only exists in our magic patience. We are constantly unmasked from our opinions unless they take the view of common society. We are shut down and turned off. Each world is made mindless robots. Where does it end? This ends when we decide that we are more focused on the development of children. Kids are growing. One day they will take our places and reparate them. Well, yes. But their thoughts, no matter how over, should be listened to. You're right. But we're not listened to. We never were. Our thoughts are obscene because society puts these fake views of life into our minds. I want to be able to express myself freely. I don't want to be locked in these chains anymore. I just want to be heard. Be free. Instead, I'm stuck here in the dark pencil now.