Logic's POV

Hello. My name is Logic. I've been expecting you. No, you didn't interrupt my reading, I was just biding my time until you arrived. And don't even ask how I knew you were going to say that.

Joy asked Sadness, Fear, Disgust, Anger, and myself to each narrate a different section of Sarah's life thus far. I was assigned the earliest years, since I was "most prevelant" during that period. I shall begin at Sarah's birth and recall all I can up through first grade. I hope you are ready.

The story begins, of course, with the appearance of us emotions. Joy was first, then Sadness next, then Fear, then Disgust, then Anger, and last of all me. If you've seen the short film Reason and Emotion, you should understand why. If not, you should easily understand, because that is all the explaination you are going to get.

I remember the day I came into being like it was yesterday. I think Sarah was about two at the time. At first, I was simply what you might refer to as a disembodied mind, floating in between light matter and dark. That day, I felt a tugging, then a sensation not unlike "sleepy footsies", as Joy so quaintly puts it. Then my feet touched the floor of Headquarters. I opened my eyes for the first time and peeked down at myself. I was not surprised to see my body, made of floating grey particles, nor my grey robes. I did get somewhat startled when Joy approached and shook my hand without warning.

"Hi, new guy!" she said. "Welcome to Sarah's HQ! I'm Joy."

"My name is Logic. Pleasure to meet you," I replied. I don't know how I knew my name; I just knew it.

Joy smiled, "Nice to meet you too! Want me to show you around, or do you want to pick up the ropes yourself?"

"I think I can figure out how things work around here easily, but you should introduce me to the other emotions."

"Oh, right!" Joy was quick to point out each emotion to me. Sadness working the tiny console, Anger was on the couch with a newspaper (the headline: Hand in Pain After Touching Iron), Fear was distracting himself with the one Mind Manual there was, and Disgust was filing her nails and rolling her eyes.

You'll notice I described Fear as "he". We're all girls now, but Fear, Anger and I all started out as boys. Oh, Joy explained that? Right. And I assume Fear will go into more details about that when it's her turn. For now, back to the story.

It didn't take me long to discern what had happened. "Sarah got hurt when she touched a hot iron, didn't she?" I said aloud. All activity stopped, and every eye in the place was turned on me. "What?" I continued. "Obviously, that's what happened. Sadness does her job when Sarah is in need of comfort, and Anger's headline revealed the rest."

Fear whistled and told me, "You're good."

"Just what we need, another know-it-all," Disgust remarked sarcastically. I decided to ignore her. Eventually, we got to be much closer friends, but that was later.

I took my place among the team of emotions. My job was - and still is - to help Sarah make quick connections. For example, when our mother announced that we had a baby sibling on the way, I recalled a memory of the opening of the film Finding Nemo, where Marlin and Coral are gushing about being parents, so we all knew the general idea of what she was going through. Other times, I was in charge when she played by sorting things in order. Like most families, our fridge had magnetic letters on it. I would often guide Sarah in arranging these letters alphabetically. Same for playing with plastic toys; they were rarely played with in the sense of most, rather lined up in a specific order.

Eventually, of course, Sarah went off to school. The school in question was called Sunny Start, and it was (I think) a charter school. I remember the first day of school well. Joy was all over the console getting Sarah excited, but Fear poked his head in occasionally.

"I don't think we're gonna get to ride the bus again," Sadness moaned from the couch. "I'll miss riding the bus."

"I won't," Disgust retorted. "It was sweaty and hot and gross. Besides, it took forever to get there!"

Sadness countered, "Yeah, but the bus driver was so nice..."

"It's better if Mom takes us," I pointed out. "We'll be able to interact more with her. She's been so busy with the new baby."

"Yeah, that screaming, stinking mess!" Anger snapped. "I say the less time we spend listening to that racket, the better."

"Come on!" Joy urged. "We're about to head out! Hug from mom!" She was all over the console at that point.

When Sarah got out of the car and stepped onto the sidewalk, a yellow Core Memory was formed, creating the first incarnation of Learning Island. It joined the others: Bookworm, Wonder, Daughter, Sister, and Fangirl (only nobody knew what to call it at the time). I expect Joy has told you all about the rest that we have now, but keep in mind Sarah was six. Ten years have passed. She's much more developed now.

Anyway, Sarah continued to love school. We had teachers that we worked well with and teachers that we didn't. Sarah even made a few friends, although Friendship Island had yet to form. Her favorite subject was reading and writing, of course.

I remember at the end of first grade, Sarah wrote her first book. It was entitled The Barnyard Schoolhouse, and based on our experiences that year. The characters were a bit off-kilter most of the time, and the writing was hardly quality, but for a first-grader, it was good. We presented a copy to our teacher. That was when Writer Island was created.

Due to a test she took, Sarah qualified for the local gifted program, which meant she had to transfer to a public school. This is where my segment of the story ends. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a mystery to solve with Mr. Holmes here...