Not a Grimoire

Dear diary,

I walked Theodore today. He's really wary of the sleeping people. I swear there seems to be more and more of them.

It's been foggy lately and I feel like I'm hearing a voice talking to me. Maybe it's the voice of the world that Ms. Birch was talking about. Poppy said she was thinking of becoming a pyromancer. She says her red hair would make things easy for branding. Honestly, I'm having trouble keeping up with this new class. Sometimes I don't know what any of the words mean but I just nod anyway because I don't want to look like an idiot.

Or maybe I already look like an idiot.

diary save me please.

Love,

Tina