Mad. Mad. Mad. Mad. Mad. I am sure I'm the only sane person in here.
I sat with my back against the wall, wondering, yet again, why I was still here. I had nothing wrong with me and even if I did, it shouldn't be broadcasted by putting me in Pathways. I saw something out of the corner of my eye, and looked up. Ugh, it was that Harriet girl. She demands on being called 'Princess' or 'Your Highness' even though she isn't royalty. Why would you insist on being called something like that? If you were going to insist on being called something, make it something good and a little bit mad, like... Zanthe or Apex!
I continued openly watching her for two more minutes more then looked away. In my opinion, if you're going to stare, stare only for two minutes. People assume that you're staring into space (which isn't technically true, of course) or that you have some ups and downs with reality (also not technically, or literally, true). Besides, staring is very rude.
I started to get restless, so I stood up and started walking. To nowhere in particular, just around the room. It's an unspoken rule to not enter other people's space in the den, but of course, rules are made to be broken. I swerved in and around other people, catching certain parts of different conversations, some with the dead, some with the living, and one with the imaginary. Harriet, of course. Many people disliked that I was breaking the unspoken rule, and so they tried to scare me off. At least I think that's what they were doing, although I can't be quite sure. One boy, when I got too close, picked up his water bottle and threw it at my head! I didn't feel it, but they always say that it's the thought that counts. Typically, after that he demanded I pick it up, as if it was my fault!
After I had retrieved his water bottle, the Carer called my name out. I swiftly walked passed him, almost bumping into him. But then again, I can't anyway.