It's strangely satisfying to be here. It's something else seeing these bright doe-eyed kids living their lives without knowing the dark s**t that leaving this institution brings. I remember my real first day of high school. I had braces that Alissa had insisted on. I didn't even need them. I also had just set my hair on fire the weekend before installing a Nos tank for the first time with Cam's dad. I was a mess.
This feels a little like that. Except the burnt hair is inside of me and I can't take a pair of scissors to get a new cute hair cut and wait for it to grow back. How amazing would that be if I could do that? Just cut the pieces out and grow out a brand new strand.
My eyes almost jumped out of my head when she walked into the classroom with a stack of books in her a
