I am in my room about to paint a picture. The Sisters made an announcement of the so-called horrible sad news. That boy died late last night, he didn't make it. Everyone else is mourning for him. To me I feel a sense of freedom. It is as though a great burden has been lifted off of my shoulders. I'm so glad that he will not be coming back. Now I can move on with my life. Hmm, what should I paint a picture of today? Let me think.