Escape Plan

Sunday

My friends woke me up again this morning, but thank goodness it was before everyone was getting ready. My instincts said, "Time for church" but I seriously doubted that would ever happen here. At my last foster hotel, we had church in the hotel... For those who were Christian. I got out of bed and my friends returned to their beds to get their clothing. I pulled out the bin under my bed, and got out my same old gray shirt and jeans that didn't fit my waist. I went into the bathroom to one of the stalls to change. The bathroom had 15 sinks, 20 showers, and around 30 stalls. When I came out I brushed my hair and teeth then went back to my bunk and wrote in my journal.

Special Journal...

No not that... Too weird!

Hi Diary!

Nope not that either...

Yo wassup?!

Haha that last one was a joke. How about...

Dear Journal,

Ya that sounds good. "Dear Journal" rolls off the tongue, hehe. Lemon walked over, "Hey watcha doin? No way you have a diary?! Lemme see! I won't read it don't worry." And she took my journal. "It's NOT a diary." I said emphasizing the word 'NOT'. "Well then can I read it?" She opened to a random page, the one with the poem about getting the journal. I snatched it from her hands. "NO!" I closed the journal. "Geez, sorry." She said as she walked off. I put my journal back in its secret spot... In my pillow. Not the pillow case but in the pillow buried in the stuffing. Smack casually strolled over and asked, "What's up her but?" I couldn't help but smile." She got mad because I wouldn't let her read my journal." I said, and she laughed. "Lemon can be like that sometimes." She said. Soapsuds walked over to us. "Ready to go? If we're first in line, we won't have to eat the apples that everyone has already touched." Soapsuds says she has a disorder called "germ-phobia"... Nobody believes her. We laughed and walked with her to the elevators.
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I'm the only one sitting in the lunchroom now, everyone was dismissed and told to go to work. I have the weekend off... Maybe forever off. I wanted to get more food but I would get in SO much trouble. I decided to go visit the little girl I met yesterday. I threw my food away and put my tray away too. I got in an elevator and went up until I reached her floor. I didn't know where the dorm was or if she was there yet, but it doesn't hurt to see.

I walked down a few hallways, and in 5 minutes I was already lost! Maybe I should take Creepy Grin up on his offer and get a tour. I finally saw the dorm. It looked EXACTLY like our dorm. Are they all like this? I called a man with a lanyard down the hall to open the door. I could barely see the little girl making the beds on the farthest side of the dorm. "Why do you need to go in there? You aren't a purple you're a grey." He said in a stern voice. "I need to talk to her," I answered. "Today I don't have work so I can rest and let my arm heal." I lifted my arm with the cast on it. He looked at it for a minute. "I still can't allow you to go in there." He said sternly again. "Let me in!" I said loudly. The little girl turned around and when she saw me, her face lit up. She came running over dropping a pillow in the process. She put her hands on the glass, that will have to be cleaned. She looked at me and smiled, "you came!" She yelled. "Well I'm trying to come in..." I said and looked at the man who looked around. He finally brought his lanyard up to the scanner and I stepped inside. The girl grabbed my hand and led me to the bed she was still making. On the way she grabbed the pillow and the doors shut behind us. "Watch me make the bed!" She said happily. This girl was a pro... The bed was immaculate! She had just started and only had a few of the bottom bunks done. "How do you usually make the top bunks?" She's so tiny, how does she get up there? "I'll show you." She said. The tiny girl climbed up to the top bunk like a monkey and began to make the bed the best she could, considering she had to stand on the sheets. She climbed back down and smiled proudly. "I have an idea." I said. "You do all the bottom bunks and I'll do all the top bunks." "Wow, really? You'd do that for me?" She asked. "Of course." And I began making beds.