Chapter 2.
Hut 17
Greenway
Black compound
Fristen
Dear diary,
After that terrible day, me mother and Jimmy were taken on a train with lots of other people to a dark grey city, the city was in fact Fristen. However we didn't stop and have a tour we just all clambered off the train and followed the soldiers to some trucks. That was the last time I saw my brother, Jimmy. He was put with all the men on one truck while all us girls were put on another.
We were all driven away from the city towards a big fence, the fence was so high I couldn't see over it and the bits I could see had spikes on. "This is our new home," mother sobbed. " I'm sure it will be just like our old one," she said glancing at the tall fence.
"But it won't have Father or Jimmy in, so it won't be home," I replied. " I'm sure we can make it feel better! Lift your spirits love."
The soldiers shoved us off the truck and onto some gravel. We walked through a gate and there we had to tell our names age and parents, and any children if we had any. " Maya Jhost, 12, Malissa Jhost and Marcius Jhost." Then we went through into a room, people were standing there with scissors in their hands. I saw what happened, we were all queuing up for a haircut, probably to make us look neater for our new houses. Then my turn came, I walked up to the man and said, " a small trim please." The man didn't reply he just took out his scissors and started chopping random parts of my hair off. Chop Chop Chop. " Stop, that's enough," I cried. "Please stop," he carried on. Chop Chop Chop.
As I left that room I felt my head, my hair was gone, nothing but little spikes and un-even bits. I cried, I didn't have time for crying though, I began to be pushed forwards by the crowd of people. Then I realised, where was mother. I panicked. " Mother, mother!" I shouted, even if she was too respond I wouldn't have been able to hear her.
The next room we walked into, we were given a tattoo. It hurt a lot, I couldn't bear to look but I could feel blood trickling out. I am very sensitive like that. When I finally looked at my arm I saw H2 on it. " Your number," said a woman behind me. "What for?" I replied. " So they can identify you and when the time comes, know who is left." The last part, the who is left bit, I didn't really get.
