Jackdaw walked into her English class, smiling gently. She noted the people all ready in room, and simple sat down, pulling out a note book and pen. Once seated Daw began writing. The journal she was writing in was one that she had used since she was twelve. In case she ever forgot, Daw made sure to write down most things. 

For now she simply noted down her schedule. Once done she flipped back to the beginning of the notebook.

[i][indent]Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. Jackdaw. 

My name is Jackdaw. I think I'm twelve. I remember nothing but my name. They found me yesterday. Said I had been missing for six years. For know their keeping me in a hospital.

Why? What happened to me? Who are these people? They keeping telling me that they're my parents. I don't believe them. 

They still haven't let me out. These bandages are constricting and the room I'm in is intoxicating. It's perfect white walls simple beg for me to splatter them with red. But nothing is allowed near me except for you. 

They keep telling me that if I let them read my notebook they can help me. But I really doubt it. You are mine and mine alone. [/indent][/i]

The rambling so went on and one. They had been the only thing Jackdaw could trust when she had returned. And they were the only thing Daw still trusted with all her heart.