Note (from ao3): We are now three on this story! Me, kittygirl1208 and corelie.love! (You can find them both on insta!) Coreli is also our beta reader and she helps me correct my numerous mistakes that I make when I write!
Anyway, enjoy this third chapter!
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Sisters school, under Grace field March 20th, 2052, 7:30pm
I know I shouldn't leave my room, especially in my state since they don't want me to go wander around, but I needed to find Mom.
I have an idea that she might like.
I found Mom talking with a sister. She stopped what she was doing once she saw me and went towards me.
« Jasmine. You know you shouldn't be out of your room, right? Especially since you know we don't want anything to happen to you or the baby. »
« I'm fine, Miss Isabella. But I needed to talk to you about something important. »
I know I have her attention. I can see it in her eyes.
« Follow me, we'll go talk somewhere where there are less curious ears. »
Mom brought me to an empty office. She made me sit, and I gladly accepted the offer.
« So, what did you want to talk about, Jasmine? »
« About Emma's pregnancy. And Norman. »
Mom arched an eyebrow. I know I have her attention now.
« You see, I know he wasn't shipped. I don't know where you sent Norman, but I know that no one would waste such precious meat without exploiting it. »
« Say what you want to say. »
I felt myself smirk.
« Make Norman be the father of Emma's child. »
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Sisters school, under Grace field April 5th, 2052, 6:00pm
Since two years- or has it been three? I don't remember exactly, but I've been receiving letters. Well, more like finding letters.
They're always at the same place, hidden from everyone and the cameras. Whoever writes them is lucky I'm the one finding them.
It started with a simple hello. They never said their name, and I never said mine. I only know that he's a scientist. And that he's a boy, of course.
It's nice writing to him. I feel like I'm not alone in this place. He also wants to leave this place. He said he wanted to help me escape as well. We've been planning our escape since then.
*sigh*
I went to find today's letter right before going down to the cafeteria to eat. I'll read it once I'm in my room. I've been feeling a bit weird since this morning. I don't know why, but I've been feeling nauseous for no reasons. I've been trying to think of why I'm feeling like that, but I can't find anything.
The food is always the same. Except maybe the fact that it's been tasting a bit weird in the last few weeks. Since that day actually. I haven't drunk anything out of the ordinary, not that I know at least.
Let me think about what happened since that day.
I was called by Grandma Sarah so I could do a special test that had been made specifically for me. I still don't know why though. I can't remember them calling anyone else for that kind of test.
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