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CONFIDENTIAL
Student Name: Cleopatra Jones Grade: 9
Date: November 8
This report is intended to pass formal information ONLY regarding the above-mentioned student to temporary teacher Ms. Abigail Zephyr in the subject of English 9.
Punctuality 0 lates Attendance 0 absences (perfect attendance)
Classroom marks to date:

Cleo is a model student, though I worry she takes things a bit too seriously. Her work standard is excellent.
Teacher Name: Ellie Plato, English Department
    November 11
    Jacqueline H-M.
    9:11 a.m.
    Good morning, Ms. Zephyr. I say that strictly out of good manners and because of your kind offer to take dictation for me. (As you can see, I am managing just fine with my left hand. But thank you anyway.)
    There is nothing else good about this morning. This place is worse than even my real school. That Logan is so mean. He calls me a “little weirdie.” Please! Who is the weird one? And he’s always talking about your hair. Have you seen his hair? It’s so thick and curly it really needs to either be cut short or at the very least brushed occasionally. Just because a person is six feet tall is no reason for not brushing his hair. Newsflash: we can all still see it from down here. He looks like a giant brunette dandelion.
    And he has horrifying etiquette. I understand he hasn’t been able to eat for a while. He certainly looks out of practice. He has the table manners of a warthog. In fact, I watched him stuff some kind of candy down his throat when we were watching television last night. You can find the wrappers under the couch cushions, if you are interested.
    But Logan aside, I am trying to be patient, Ms. Zephyr, though it is difficult when so many people around here want to keep touching me. I spent most of yesterday afternoon hooked up to some kind of heart monitor.I hate that thing, and besides, it doesn’t seem to work properly. That Nurse Hydra insists that my heartbeat is irregular. How ridiculous is that? Anyway, as a result, I am sorry to say that I did not get my math questions finished. I will get them done tonight, I promise. I can’t stand another evening in the company of Mr. Kemp, anyway.
    The best thing about you, Ms. Zephyr, is that you seem to be able to talk to me without feeling compelled to take my temperature or my blood pressure. I’m grateful for that, believe me. And I still hold out hope that you can drop even a tiny hint to the doctor that I am doing very well. Even my mother can’t get the doctor to see reason. She knows I am fine. I agree that I may be a little pale these days but that is no reason to keep me hooked up to these machines.
    Oh no… here comes Nurse Medusa to force one of those awful protein bars down my throat. This will have to be all for today.
    Jacqueline H-M.
From the desk of…

Abigail Zephyr
Evergreen Hospital
Department Head, Education
Office: 101-45l6-7890
Abbie,
I can’t find you anywhere, so I stole some of your paper from the nurses’ station to leave you a note. First off, I found out this morning that there are no plans to let me out of here anytime soon. And on top of that I just heard what makes that little weird chick tick… or not tick as seems to have just happened. You must have known what’s wrong. Why didn’t you tell me? Scared I’d go in and scream at her or rip her fool head off?
And just ignore that hole that I kicked through your office wall. Or better still, consider it my homework for today. I think you might be busy seeing the little weirdie through her self-induced heart-failure.
Maybe someone that stupid deserves to die.
Logan

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    Logan didn’t want to look at the kid. He could feel the bed shaking a little and he knew Kip was crying.
    â€œI didn’t really mean it,” he said, without looking up.
    â€œI was upset, okay?”
    â€œCleo’s not stupid, Logan. She was just a bit mixed up, is all. But nobody deserves