Howdy! I’m the weak feminine lead on this dystopian Y.A. motion film, and I actually simply have to lie down. Ever since we ran away from Society six days in the past, my ankle’s been performing bizarre. Not, like, broken-weird, however each time I step down it form of makes this clicking noise? Wait, it simply did it once more. Did you hear that?
Our ragtag group of renegades is aware of that there’s no turning again, now that the stakes are life or dying. I’ve grown to belief lots of them, besides Chris. Perhaps I’m studying into issues, however he’s by no means requested me a single query about myself, although he’s made an effort to speak to actually everybody else. Additionally, yesterday, I provided him a chew of my roasted rat and he didn’t even say thanks. I simply really feel like he hates me. Do you assume he hates me? . . .
Society’s Guard has nearly found us a number of occasions, and once we hid in that moldy basement—not the primary one however the second—I believe I inhaled one thing unhealthy. My face was near the uncovered wall and now my throat is scratchy? I’m a hypochondriac so it may completely be nothing, however it may be most cancers. . . .
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Final evening, we have been captured by Society’s Guard and betrayed by Chris, who gave up our safe-house coördinates in change for immunity and 6 cans of beans. Actually, why does he hate me?!
Now we’re all in jail, ready for the Pr0gRaM, which is a serum Society injects into our brains, to rid us of any freethinking, essential, individualistic impulses till we’re all senseless, loyal drones. I jokingly requested one of many guards if he may simply re- Pr0gRaM my mind to eliminate my A.D.H.D., and he laughed. Perhaps I ought to attempt standup comedy? . . .
Huzzah! A resistance of misfits inside Society’s partitions has damaged us out of jail and now we now have regrouped to battle one other day. Nevertheless, the 2 males I’ve been embroiled in a love triangle with this entire time have compelled me to decide on between them. Hectic! One is somebody I’ve recognized my whole life. The opposite is somebody I’ve recognized for 5 days and talked to twice. This alternative is a tough one, and I’m paralyzed with nervousness! Particularly as a result of one is blond and I don’t do blonds. I’ll probably date each males for so long as I can after which, in the end, both take a cyanide tablet or marry the one I like much less.
Additionally, I haven’t taken a bathe in two weeks and I really feel like I’ve a U.T.I. . . .
For some unusual purpose, I’ve been voted to be the chief of this closing rebellion towards Society. I imagine they’ve mistaken me for an additional brunette named Rebecca who is sweet at stuff like this. Regardless, I needed to make an enormous speech in entrance of all the resistance to fireside them up for battle, however public talking is my best worry and I really feel like I mentioned some bizarre stuff! Like, I stored calling folks “girlies,” and I really feel like I shouldn’t have talked about how scary Society’s new laser-your-eyeballs-out-of-your-head weapons are. Morale is low, and I’m spiralling that that is all my fault! . . .
The battle towards Society is over and the resistance has received! We misplaced many males, even Chris, however their deaths, his particularly, have been mandatory sacrifices for the higher motion. The evil chief of Society has surrendered, and, in a symbolic act, I shot and killed him in entrance of all of Society. I had by no means shot a gun earlier than, so I first shot his knee, after which I shot his arm, after which I shot that very same knee a pair extra occasions accidentally. He died very slowly and publicly and it was so awkward! . . .
It’s been a number of months because the massive battle, and life is peaceable, eventually. There is no such thing as a extra struggle, no extra repression, and no extra poverty. All the pieces is nice, and I’ve fully moved by way of the trauma of all of the dying I skilled. Even my love-triangle scenario has been resolved. I married the one I like much less! Do you assume I made the mistaken determination? ♦
