How much do you really know?

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    I couldn't trust anyone anymore. Everyone I had ever loved had left me, betrayed me. Now, I was stuck in this stupid "prison". Well, GORG didn't think it was a prison. They said, and I quote, "Our Alaskan base is not a prison, as you all may very well think. We are only protecting this country. You are living the same lives as everyone else in the other states, only under stricter supervision. Remember, your actions proved that this life was necessary. We did not force you to come here. You chose it."
    If that doesn't qualify as a prison, then I don't know what does.
    Also, I did not chose to go there. My actions were not suspicious, only suspicious under their terms. I was forced against my will, and no one helped me.
    Those exact words were typed on posters plastered everywhere on those stone walls. There were so many that I memorized every single word on each poster. I had been stuck in the Alaskan base for over a year and I;d had to continue the same schooling as I did on the east coast. Everything at the base was practically the same, except for the part where we were under strict supervision and were not allowed to leave under any circumstances. I miss the times I could actually feel the sun on my face and the feeling of freedom. When I lived with my mother, we were in sunny California. I could just open the door and run. The east coast was less sunny and I was toon busy with school work to have any freedom. And Alaska? Well, you get the feeling.
    Every day we went to class, ate lunch, went to more classes, then went back to our dorms. Every year we had the same classes, those classes being English, government studies, art, math, PE, and science. We had no choice of classes, no choice of schedules, and they taught us what they wanted us to know. They taught us anything that would make us think that our government, GORG, was better than the one we had before. Now, they may be better bun some ways, but it may not seem so for the people under twenty years old, including me. People over twenty basically live the same life as before, but not for us. Since I was thirteen. I had been under the government's control, considered their property. Ever since 2044, they had taken every child that reached age eleven to the east coast and sent them to school, where they forced us to learn what they wanted us to learn. We had to go to schools of only out gender. To avoid distractions, as GORG says...
    School had never been good to me. The best grade I'd ever gotten was a B-. We did lots of group projects and presentations, which were not my strong suit. I couldn't work with people. People only let you down. I hate people, or I guess I should say hated.
    GORG had lots of those projects to monitor us. To monitor how we work with other people, to monitor our communication skills, to see if any of us may be a threat to our current government, and I was considered one of those threats.
    This is why I was now there, with all the other "threats". I was stuck in a prison full of idiots. I had no friends. I still rarely got better than a C in any of my classes, but, you know, C's get degrees, if we had degrees anymore. They thought sending us to this prison would help us in the long run, but I'd grown nothing but hatred for GORG in that place.
    My dorm was pretty small and bare. Every room was the same; a twin bed in the back left corner, a desk right next to that, a dresser with the few clothes I owned up against the left wall. None of my shelves were collecting anything other than dust. There was a whole hallway of dorms and at both ends of that hallway were bathroom where we all bathed and did our business. Those bathrooms were disgusting. GORG should've really done something about them. They obviously had no care for our hygiene, or our mental health for that matter.
    Now, you're probably wondering what I did with my free time, when I got any. Our professors piled so much work on us that I barely even had time to sleep. However, our base did have many entertainment features. I'm sure they put them in as a joke, fully planning to give us so much work that we had no time to utilize these futures. These features included a gym, a library, a swimming pool, and a movie theater. From my room, if you turned to the left and walked to the end of the hall and turned right, there was the school in all it's glory. If you turned to the right, there were all the entertainment places. I loved to go to the library and just relax, let my mind go free from all the stress, but sometimes it's hard to relax and let the stress go when that stress is due tomorrow.
    We got money based on our grades in school, which sucked. They say it encourages us to work harder and try our best, but sometimes your best isn't good enough. At least library books were free.