chapter 9

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This camp acts like a prison because they actually put me in handcuffs. Their version of a dungeon is a big hole that is covered up by wood planks with holes in it to breath. They throw me into the pit and throw me a pillow, blanket,water bottles and some apples to survive." For your punishment for not giving up the locket is staying in this ditch with only these things to survive for a week" the warden tells me with extreme anger. I don't say anything back to him because I knew whatever I had to say he would not like. He closes the hole with the wood planks and all I do is stare at the wood for awhile. Later the warden comes to see me and throws more things at me. In the bag,he has enclosed me some more water,granola and a knife." What is the knife for?" I tell him." Its just incase you want to cut a bag open or you want to do something brash." I knew exactly what he ment,he wanted me to kill myself. After he left I stood looking at the knife deciding if I should but I decided to get my mind of of it and use the the things he gave me. It started to get darker which ment it was night time so I put the blanket and pillow on the ground and lay on the floor. When I tried to sleep but failed I looked at the locket. The warden did not take the locket i guess he forgot.The locket was the only thing keeping me from doing the knife.I guess you could say the locket is "magic"

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