Book 1

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(The characters don't know whose book they're reading)

"So everyone, we'll read one and then that person can either choose to reveal themselves, or stay anonymous. Mr Gallant, would you care to start us off?"

"Of course,"

"Everyone read the first entry only," I reminded them and he stood up.

"Whoever this is has amazing handwriting," he laughed.

"Whenever you're ready," I smirked as he looked at me for permission.

(Start of entry)

"Dear Diary,

Life is shitty. People are shitty. The world is shitty. And the only thing that isn't shitty, is me. I am gorgeous, despite everything going on.

Today, I was slapped in a hallway by the outpost leader, for talking about someone else secretly. It's sort of weird though, she's clearly worried for this girl but doesn't give two fucks about the rest of us.

I miss my phone. I have it safe under my pillow, but the battery had run dead within the first three hours of us being here, so it's not much use now.

This apocalypse thing is shitty too. I pretend to be tough around everyone, but really I miss my old life a lot. And I miss the people the most. My Daddy died before I could say goodbye and Mummy never even called. I miss my Pomeranian the most, how she could kiss me whenever I came home, or nudge me when she needed attention.

I'm terrified for the future, if I'm being honest. I'm terrified of lots of things right now. Mainly the leader of this place. I have never met anyone who would stand up to me and I know she's definitely standing above me.

She's pretty though. It's a shame relationships aren't allowed here, because if they were, I would definitely try to make a move, even if she blocked me out straight away. I don't think she really is a bitch. She just needs a hug. Someone to hold her in a nighttime and tell her she's gorgeous, because it's obvious she doesn't think that she is.

I know everyone will hear this on the first of next month, so hi Ms Venable. You have someone that cares about you.

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed now, ready for tomorrow's shitty day." When he stopped reading, everyone turned to look at me, waiting for my reaction.

"Who was it?" I asked, emotionlessly.

No one came forward.

"Thank you Mr Gallant," I smiled and he sat down again, closing the book, "who would like to go next?"

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