I was escorted from the room because I had broken one of the classroom rules. Knowing that someone does not know something upsets me and so do breaking rules. When I am upset, I scream. And after the first time, no screaming became a rule. I nearly screamed again but instead started counting. 1.1.2.3. And 5.

No girl or boy I have ever met has, um, reacted in that way. No one seemed shocked. I wasn't used to it. Maybe I ought to find an answer.

If I could place all my hair in a line and the same with Q's, they would be the same length. I don't think this is accurate but she answered the question and when something like that rarely happens. For one of the first times in my life since I could talk, I'm lost for words. She is my new fibonacci sequence, my new high pitched scream, my new friend who can make it all a bit better.