Entry Four
Red Pen

Blue Book,

Bwahaha! You see this, Blue Bitch? I'm writing in my own blood!! Eh, not really. I acquired a red pen today. It was given to me by the nice lady doctor (which, I found out her name is Sarah. I'll have to remember that because I see her a lot. She's the assistant of my soon-to-be councilor. He'll be transferring in soon from overseas). I asked her if I could have one of the pens she had in her office. She looked at me all funny, but I put on my good ole charm I attained in my Ophelian days, and she couldn't say no I tell you. No, honest! Well, Blue Book, I've got my red pen. All is well in the asylum; and though it may not be the greatest color in the world--and I know that it's strange since you're a blue book and I'm writing in red--it's still better than black, right?

Um. Yeah. I've really got nothing to say today.

--Alexander

P.S.: No wait, yes I do. Marcus, you suck.

Seriously. What's with all this surveillance regulation now, huh? Sending someone out to look after me while I'm having lunch? I can only elude your tactless schemes for so long until I think of something else, but I at least think of something else. You're easier to read than a book. You can't steal my thoughts. They're mine and Blue's. Together, with just a pen and paper and our thoughts combined in records, we will triumph over the entire foundation! Just you wait. This Alexander ain't called crazy for nothing.

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