Eloise Watt

“Across the corridors i viewed this unquestionable misfit, her head a mass of song verses and lightning bolt ideas, that would only remain in her cranium for a few seconds before being flushed out threw her mouth into the world were onlookers, or onhearers gasped at her inability to think before she spoke. She had a messy and confusing aura about her, her shoes large and goofy and her tie never fastned. As I watched her jumping about the random and bizarre bubble she kept herself in, i somehow admired the carefree atitude she projected, i adopted her as my trusty companion.”

-Molly Carmody