My door flings open, telling me it's time to step outside of my room for roll call and face the rest of the girls in my hall. Once I exit my room, I look down the hall to see that the Administrator is already making her way down the passageway with a clipboard, making sure we're all here. I'm not really sure why we have to do this every day, because even if we got out, we would have nowhere to go. None of us know where we are being held, and nobody is brave enough to find out.
The Administrator passes me in the hall, looking me up and down with a disapproving look on her face. This is the way everybody here looks at me, but I've gotten used to it. Being different is shamed here, but I've been told it's like that anywhere. The ones who brought us here are using us as an experiment. They believe that differences between people, both physically and mentally, are what cause conflict, but I don't believe them. I have to pretend to, though, or else I will be punished for my individuality, and most who are taken away for punishing never return.
Once roll is done, everyone turns and begins to walk. They all walk at the same pace, on the same foot, staring straight ahead. They look like an army marching into battle. I try to stay with them, but it's a bit difficult. We all move at the same time, in the same way, like robots. We enter the breakfast hall which is just like the rest of the halls in this place, dull, gray, and without windows, only this one is much larger and contains tables. We all sit down at the same time, and I look down at my food, if you could even call it that. The plate in front of me is covered in a tasteless gray sludge that looks strangely like rubber. If you were to stick your fork into it and let go, I'm pretty sure it would eat it. I sigh and pick up my fork, lowering it to the plate and raise it back up to my mouth at the same time as the rest of the girls in the room—there must be hundreds of us, taken from our families with our memories wiped for the government's sick experiment.
Breakfast ends after a while, and we all stand, starting to walk to our next destination for the day, our classes, where government officials sit and brainwash us and show us videos of war caused by people having different opinions.
Classes end quickly, they usually do, and we are dismissed back to our rooms. A few of the others have roommates, I had one too, but she opted out of having to share a room with me, I wouldn't want to either.
I lie back on my bed, staring at the ceiling above me with a strange feeling I'm being watched—then again, I usually am. I try to close my eyes and get some sleep, but fail. I can already tell, this is going to be a long night.
