7/4/2349
One day until the festival of hope!! Tomorrow is July fourth, 2349. That is the day that used to be the independence of America, but ever since 2300, a group called the Rivers have taken over the world and has made everyone mourn everyday they have ever lived. They only give us one day for hope, the old president Trainage had picked July fourth. We all had loved the day because everyone went outside and we all enjoyed the one day we could. Tomorrow I was to see Hugh. Hugh is sort of my friend, but sort of isn't. We met last year, tomorrow it would be exactly a year. I was running through the woods after the festival trying to get all enough outside time for the first out of two times I could be outside all year.
I love the crisp air on my skins and the cool water through my toes. I loved the woods and the beach. While most girls went to the city to raid shops, I was swimming and hunting. Well pretending to hunt for the cameras, we weren't allowed to eat meat. It was the Rivers idea less killing in the world. Though if u got three strikes you were to be executed, painfully. I liked seeing the animals frolic and play. I especially like seeing fins popping in and out of the water as the sun was rising. I looked in a book that I was hiding, for books were illegal as well, and I identified them as one of two species. The graceful and more showy were call dolphins and the ridged, mysterious ones were sharks. Apparently people used to be afraid of the sharks because they would attack if they were frightened, but the last recorded attack was in 2014 when Jorge Vazquez was in Australia. I use my research time learning about history and what life used to be like. That's how I know all these facts.
I have broken the rules multiple times without getting caught. I actually have never been caught. Like right now I should not be writing on paper because paper is illegal. If anyone found out I had a whole book of it I would be awarded three strikes. If they found out I had any contact with others let alone that they were my parents they would make clones of me to execute me. I have shot down a few cameras in the woods to hunt and eat. Oh, I have a stolen gun that used to be my great great grandmas. I have a dagger that my uncle gave me and I have a secret passage from my room to a secret room where I meet people from the whole sanctuary. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention we all have our own apartments throughout a prison built on whole states. Delaware, Pennsylvania, and New Jersey are currently the only states. They are taking the country by ratified state to the next.
Anyway, my parents were forced to have me. That's how everyone is made here. The guards take all the women, on Choosing day, and put them in a certain room, they bring the man in there and choose his mate. For the next day, they must create a baby. If they don't its a strike and they must try again with another failed adult. The women who do get pregnant are taken to a facility in New York and they are given a special treatment until the child is born. This happens all on the same day, we all have the same birthday just all one year apart. Once the baby is born, the government takes the babies and raise them. Until age four. Then the children are put into their own apartments on Agement day which is actually their fourth birthday. Once the children are 18 they are eligible for Choosing Day and all years until they die. The names are chosen by a machine called the Framer.
I'm not eligible for two more years, but because I am more mature than the rest and they have noticed I am under consideration. I am pretty sure because I understand more than most we aren't supposd to live this way, I will be executed. I also believe I will escape before they get a chance. It won't be easy but I will leave.
In our flats we have a kitchen restocked with foods chosen by our guards. We have a bed room with a bed and a dresser with ratty black and gray clothes. We have a living room, I call it a dying room, full of digital books and CDs we are allowed to choose. The only choice we can make really. We have a bathroom and a locked door. There are no windows and no ways to escape, or so they think. There are floor boards in which we pull up and place our belongings and passage ways. This is where I keep this old paper book, my gun, my knife, my letters from anyone and my copies of the ones I write, and other important things. We keep this in our bed rooms and our bathrooms because they don't keep cameras in them.
I have no more to record except my information.
Name: Avril Jega
Age: 16
Mother: Amy Rivil
Father: Gordon Hent
Birthday: January 1st, 2333
Special items: 1) gun 2) letters 3) book 4) knife 5) Hugh's leather jacket
Gov. Chosen profession: Seamstress
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115lb
Apartment number: 667
Special Talent(s): clever, brave, curious,
Attitude: hatred, angry, dangerous
