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This is just an enlightening little article I decided to write. Set after "2008: A l’espace Owen."

(Courtney's POV)
I felt guilt and something else in me as I tossed and turned in my bunk. Then I figured what it was.
Frustration. I was a good person, couldn't anyone see that? I knew, I sometimes acted like a total jerk, but I couldn't help it!
I wish someone knew the real me, but like that was ever going to happen!
There was almost no one who really understood me. Well, there was my friend/lawyer, Michael, a few Friends back home. Sure, I was populaire at school, but I was smart enough to figure it...