It's so stupid. It's just the smallest little thing, and-and I should be happy! I mean, look at this!

[She flings open the binder again for him to see, flipping through the pages with shaky hands.]

See? This was the play I was supposed to be in before I came here. All my lines are highlighted. I wrote in the stage directions. I bookmarked all these pages here, and, and that's all fine, but...

[She starts scanning the pages a little more frantically, until she can point at another note, one that should be fairly benign, and yet just seeing it again makes her eyes blur again.]

But that's not my writing. Neither is this one. Someone else was adding notes in with me, and... and at the back, everyone signed their names. Everyone. Not just Jeremy. People who haven't even talked to me before, or thought I was weird, or annoying, they all signed it! They wrote such nice things...

[She reaches that page and smooths a hand over it, admiring all the different colours, a veritable kalaidoscope that makes her heart ache.]

...They're my friends now, I think? The first time I had actual friends, and I'm not even there to see it.