“I am, aren’t I? But what I’m not, in this world, is real. I’m so beautiful that no one can focus long enough to teach me anything, and no one can treat me impartially. All the teachers give me perfect grades, even when I turn in blank pieces of paper. The only person in this world who’s ever told me no left a long time ago, thanks to the only person who’s ever raised a hand against me. At least on the other side of my door, I had a chance. I could have a life. A person can’t live like this. You can’t be a person when you never have to work for anything, can you?”
