It's funny. It's really easy to lose things in here, even though all the furniture you have is a bed, and if you are lucky, an end table.
July 30
There is a guard there, everyone calls Mr. Cookie. Because he always has cookies. He is the only guard who ever had food on them when it's not food time.
August 1
Today we were let out, and I got to meet people my age. They are just as confused as we are. I am 11, and so are the kids I met.
August 1, later
I'm back in my "room". The guards call them rooms but I think they are cells. I really wanna go home. I miss my dog.
August 2
It's really hard to know what day it is around here. Mostly everyone doesn't know what day it is, but me. I write the date in my journal, and when we get let out, everyone asks me what day it is.
August 2 later
We got let out, but someone beat me up. He said I was sneaking food, but I'm not! IM NOT!
This place gets to you, it really does. I need to say my name over and over, or else I forget. My name is Rarity. Rarity. Rarity.
