Summer Camp

Chapter Seventeen

Hello, it's me

I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet

To go over everything

They say that time's supposed to heal ya

But I ain't done much healing

Hello, can you hear me

~Hello, Adele

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**Lana's POV**

The day after we were taken, everyone 15 and under started 'School'. School wasn't like how it was at home. The teachers were just more guards from the castle. 

The teachers weren't sweet, or loving, or kind. The teachers didn't care if a student was okay, they just wanted to teach obedience.

I had seen students get beaten, get cut, and hit around. I went back to my room and cried for Alexandia. I just wanted my big sister to tell me that everything was okay. 

"GET UP," screamed a hall monitor, who had come into my room. He slapped me, and pulled all of the covers off of my bed and onto the floors. 

I started crying and hurried to get dressed. I rushed into the halls, keeping my head low and hurrying along. If I was late for classes, I would be beat and locked in the cabinet. One student had shown up so late that they brought him to the torture locker. He hadn't come back since.

I ran into the small classroom and sat in an uncomfortable chair, as the teacher threatened to beat another student with a cane. 

The teacher had us push all of the chairs against the sides, and had us stand in a line, if he caught any of us with bad posture he would make us lay on the floor and have other students jump on top of them. I stood up tall as the teacher inspected me. 

Every day class was the same, we would learn military commands and obey the teachers every order. Sometimes we would have to carry large boxes filled with rocks around to gain muscle, and run for hours on end for endurance. 

If we didn't do good in class we would get beaten, but if we did god we would get sent away. I didn't want to get hurt, but I needed to stay at the castle so that I was close to Alexandria, if she was still here. 

All of use were always scared, and at recess we would just all cry together. I hope I wake up from the nightmare soon.