((The writing on these pages is childish and erratic, pointing to them being owned by a young teenager or child. Doodles and musings appear on most pages, as you would expect from someone of this age. Chillingly, bloodied fingerprints and the like litter many pages as well))

...Today is my birthday, I'm a woman now? Thirteen, the most important birthday of all according to Headmistress. A few days ago, I found blood, down below. Headmistress said that Loviatar had blessed me, and I must learn the lesson of pain every month. If I want to or not. It keeps the faithful on track, teaches us, as women, so much, Headmistress said. I should be glad, but I can't feel it. I trust in Loviatar, but, why should we suffer? I can't ask Headmistress, I know what she would do. Last time I did, she hit me so hard! I have to be strong, and put my faith in my lessons, "pain will never fail the devout". In celebration of my birthday, we are going to be singing praises to Loviatar, thanking her for my becoming a woman. I'm not looking forward to the burning of the candles much, but if it pleases Loviatar who am I to question it, or question Headmistress.

Yesterday, as I walked past Headmistress' room, I heard her in prayer. I could hear the lashes from down the hallway. I peaked in, I know I shouldn't, but I was interested. I wanted to see if I was doing it right. As I looked in, I heard her muttering, something about the surface again, the light. I quickly ran down the hallway when she turned. I don't know if she knows I was there, I'm sure I would have had a beating by now if she had, I can't help wondering about the surface. How did Headmistress end up here in Sanctuary anyway? When I asked Sister Andrea, Mother, she gave me such a look. I know I shouldn't call her Mother, Headmistress doesn't allow it, she says that emotional bonds are only for the weak, or to be used for our own advantage. In Loviatar's eyes we are all sisters, continuing her work. I have so many questions, but, tonight I'm tired. I don't want to be up late tomorrow, I have to be up early. Grandma, Headmistress, says she has a live specimen. I look forward to my 'administering pain' lessons.