7W, Class Of Doom

Chapter 2 : Spit it out

It was morning. Light was coming in from a little hole at the top of the room. You could hear the birds and animals outside. I had only been outside twice, the day I came and the day I had to pick up my uniform. Some people here say that people only get to go out once, and if they're lucky, twice. That meant that for one time in my life I had been lucky! As I worked up, I sat next to the wall, the closest to the hole as possible. I took out a paper and I started to write:

-if someone finds this letter means I am probably already dead, I have been here for just a week and I'm starting to feel bored. This year has been horrible. Loads of thing happened. It was as if all my life had been cursed! No any other man, robot or animal could be able to help me. It is a very, very long story. All of this is the fault of someone. In fact of 23 sons of the devil. They all sat there, looking innocent but I knew what they were planning, all the things that would happen to me. I remember the room. A big, white desk, where I used to have a pair of grey, old boxes with my initials. I used to keep my couloirs in there. I also used to keep the things I confiscated. It was a very large year. Everyone was....

Suddenly a guard past by. I wasn't meant to write as you could use paper to kill. There, at the madhouse, the crazy people knew how to kill even with a candle. That's why in my room there was only a chair, a bowl to pee and a pair of beds.

I was about to continue writing when suddenly someone appeared, it was a guard carrying someone. He was an old man. He had a mustache and was very bad tempered. He presented himself: "Hi, I'm Luis, Luis V." I didn't know what to answer...

A few hours passed by, my roommate, Luis, sat down on his bed whilst I thought. I thought and though until my brain exploded. I had to confess. Confessing would be the only way to get out of here. I had exactly 26 days to get out o here. If I wasn't at Spain in 26 years I would be fired, and it was not easy to find a job. My position was actually really good. I took a decision. "Guard, guard, tell the psychologist I'm ready to speak." The guard quickly went to search the psychologist.

"So you'be finally decided to confess. Haven't you?" I sat still looking at his eyes. I looked at him with a venomous look. This time he had won. I thought again. I had two options: try to scape from a desert island full of security an then cross a sea full of sharks, or confess and be taken of the island in a nice a comfortable helicopter? I chose the second one. "I'm ready to talk. I will start talking to you about my pupils..."

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