Justice is what we beleive, but can it be just so? It cannot be so easy. It feels like we are on parole. She always keeps one eye on us. She'll yelp if we move just one bit. And the populars are our guards, those tattle-tail, cackling witches. Oh, that evil teacher and those witches are bestest friends, plotting against us for time to come. Dare we speak to this dreaded wiccan? No! Justice is not yet served, but soon the summer will make our peace. For 3 monthes we will be free, if only we had more time for justice. Freedom I pray, sweet freedom. Just wait, freedom will ring through our ears.