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November 1, 2045

Today was the day before I finally got to see the wall they were talking about, and we had a plan set out. We were to use Ray as a distraction in the house to keep Mom from looking at her watch, and Don and Gilda would be lookouts. Me, Norman, and Emma would be the ones to go to the wall using the rope, and climb up to scope out the vicinity. I liked the feeling of adrenaline rushing through me. But as we treaded through the forest we were stopped by Sister Krone, who had found out that all six of us knew the secret. She was willing to make an alliance, letting us escape in order to earn the position of mom. But what had me thinking is, if kids find out or get caught, do they really kill the moms? Mama Clementine..

Emma and Norman would then go inside to discuss everything they wanted to know from Sister Krone, but they asked all the same questions again. I was located in the bedroom fast asleep during this time, the migraines earlier from Sister Krones appearance in the forest had made me exceptionally nauseous, but Norman had helped me all the way back, as Emma, Don, and Gilda talked with her. Norman had left me in the infirmary, tucking me into bed, then moving my bangs out of my face, which made my face heat up. But it was just to hand check for a fever, for which my face burning from being flustered, made him refuse to not let me out of bed. For the day I had spent in there, Ray, Emma, Norman, Don, Gilda, and Mom come into there to check on me regularly.

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November 2, 2045

"Listen. It's over when Mom thinks of us as uncontrollable. Mom's objective is to ship us out when we're mature. Especially the four with perfect scores." Ray explained, all of us huddled around the well as we held buckets for laundry. They all tried to convince me to rest after yesterdays outbreak with my migraines, but I persisted with my stubbornness, so they had nothing left to do besides let me go along with them. It was worrying me, that my episodes were starting to become more frequent, the headaches seemed to worsen every time Glory Bell passed my mind, and I was secretly wishing they wouldn't leave me behind if I was deemed un-useful for them.

"(Y/N), Ray, can we talk to you?" Norman asked, looking at me and Emma, we all hurried inside upstairs to the bedrooms where we would be in a secluded area. We headed upstairs, and I took a seat on the edge of a bed as the three stood up in a triangle, and once the coast was clear, Norman spoke what he wanted to tell us so desperately.

"What!?" A shout of a young girl was heard throughout the house.

"Sister Krone found out that we can break the tracking devices?" Ray sputtered, I had stood up from my spot, sweat forming on my forehead, unable to believe the news.

"There were benefits from the talk, but we also screwed up. So I want to move up the escape, when can you break the tracking devices?" Norman asked, ashamed of himself, Emma stood next to him closely, her twiddling with her skirt. I watched as Ray took a black box out of his drawer, revealing an instant camera. While the camera was passed around, finally landing to me, I tuned out their voices of them talking about moving up the escape date, I tried to figure out in my mind how a camera like this worked. It wasn't often, or nearly never, that you'd see such a thing like this.

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Testing went smoothly, perfect scores for the four of us again. After lunch had past, it was time for our free time til we had to go back in to prepare for dinner, get bathed and cleaned, and head back to bed. A endless cycle of a perfect, orderly life; a perfect life for children waiting to be food.

"We're going to go through with the escape within six days. But if we can, I would like to escape tomorrow." Norman told Don and Gilda, to think about leaving this place I had barely known left me a little blue, but knowing all about the secrets, it made me more than happy to leave this godforsaken place.

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