But this crazy place, everyone just got so weird and I still don’t know what happened to them. I had some advanced placement classes and I played volleyball my sophomore year. At the high school, people regarded me as a rather smart kid, not too bad-looking and able to hold her own in whatever physical activity we did in P.E. She took care of me after the death of our parents, via car crash some years ago, but I was pretty young and the memories of them are hazy, so not much of a loss there. My sister graduated 6 years ago, and should be taking classes at the community college farther north (I say this because I have no idea what she is doing after my departure). Down the road is the high school I used to attend, Willowing HIlls High, which isn’t the most creative of names but, our corner of the world is pretty small. I used to live with my older sister along Brookford Avenue in the older part of Willowing HIlls, which is where most of the town’s residences are located. My name is and I’ll be turning 17 this December. There’s no way they’d want this to get out, so I should start. But I’m getting ahead of myself, and I suspect my time is short if they really are watching me. ![]() Perhaps even they have left this out for me, toying with me to further their studies. ![]() These people are powerful and all-knowing, so it’d be no problem for them to keep tabs on me. It seemed abandoned, so I didn’t see any wrong in taking the light, but as I kept skirting along the edge of the wood I realized that if the farm was devoid of life, then who left a lit oil lantern out on a fence for me to find? I believe I’m being watched, even now, even after my escape. I write here in total darkness, the only light coming from the lantern I’ve “liberated” from an old farm I crossed a few miles back.
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