Then they took me and Phil down to the police station and booked us.  It's official.  We're juvenile delinquents.  With my parents there, it should have been the worst moment of my life.  But can I tell you something?  A part of me liked it.  I gotta admit it felt a little cool.  I think it's because I gave up caring about what mom and dad think.  They're so beyond pissed.  They kept giving me these looks like, oh man, you turned out to be a huge disappointment, like I was hurting them or something, and that just bothered me more because guess what, Ron and Sylvia, this isn't about you.  I can't worry about how you think I've ruined your life right now, because I have my own stuff to deal with. 

If anything, seeing your woe-is-me faces just made me madder.  You have no idea what I'm going through.  I've never felt so bad.  It's like this part of me, the best part of me, is gone.  My best friend, my loyal companion, the only one who ever accepted me the way I am, is gone.  We understood each other in a whole different plane, in a different dimension, without any words.  And now Nim's gone.  Awhile back I realized that Nim understood my hand signals.  I never thought that I'd have to use them to get him to swim away.  He must have thought I was acting crazy when I made him leave.   Talk about brutal to the bone.  But I had to do it, for him.

What's up with adults, what's up with the world?  Mom and dad never understood, and now it's like everyone, the police, Savannah, the stupid pizza guy who helped the cops.  They don't want to understand.  They don't even want to try.  Nim is this amazing animal, like a miracle really.  They should have been lining up to learn more about him.  Instead, they were lining up to destroy him. 

What ever happened to science?  The love of learning?  Respect for all living things?   Why do we learn all those things in school, the higher values, the virtues.   Respecting the earth.  Human decency.  Why do they even teach us that crap if no one actually lives like that? 

I'm so pissed.  At everyone.  Everyone, except Phil, who could have bailed on me, but stuck it out till the bitter end, cuffs and all.  There's some friendship right there.  But everyone else?  Screw them.  If I'm honest, more than being pissed, more than anything, I miss Nim.  Not only am I not the same without him, I never will be.   He was the best thing that ever happened to me.  And now he's gone.