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(Yup, another one of my faily stories. Thank you for taking your time to read it :3)

May 17, 2205
Dear Diary,
No. This can't be happening... Lavender...
She's been Wronged.
First, you should know about me. I'm Alicia Stonebrook, 14, student of Brookfield school. I live in Ankem. You see, the all of the countries united after a major famine to create one huge empire. This huge empire is known as Panaria. All of the government leaders decided to rename all of the countries, thus symbolizing a new start for the world.
To make sure this would never happen again, they made sure that every single person was perfectly educated, a genius, and right 100 percent of the time. If you answer a simple yes or no problem, you are considered Wronged. That's what Lavender did. She got an answer on a spelling test wrong.
When you've been Wronged, well, men in black suits carrying daggers and maces immediately enter the room. They trap you in a strange electric current and carry you out the door. You are then thrown in a prison, and never let out. You either face a long, dreary, painful death, or a deadly and nearly impossible escape. Well, I'm supposing you want to hear more about lavender, but I'm too mortified and tired to write more.
Sincerely,
Alicia

May 18, 2205
Dear Diary,
If you remember clearly, yesterday, I told you I'd tell you about Lavender. Well, in class, Mrs. Smith assigned us a spelling test. Tests are terrifying. Every day, I live my life in terror that I will answer a question wrong, or say the wrong thing. Well, anyways, Lavender was shaking. She said she had forgotten to study last night. I patted her on the back and said that it wouldn't be hard, the words were easy. I think I was just trying to reassure her.
Both of us are in an advanced class, and our spelling tests are usually very difficult. I almost was Wronged last month. The word was baccalaureate. I don't even know what it means. Lavender missed a letter. Mrs. smith pressed a huge red button reserved only for when someone is Wronged. Lavender was rushed out the room, using the usual procedures. The class was silent for a few minutes.
I really embarrassed myself, bursting into tears like a baby, but Lavender was my best friend since preschool. She was also very smart, sometimes smarter than me. I couldn't believe it.
Well, I'm sick and tired of talking about depressing things like this. Today, in Geography class, we learned about Ankem. We have a very rainy climate. The climate is also temperate. There are many low hills and plains here. Ankem is also located where London, England used to be. I sometimes wish the world was as it used to be... "Imperfect and where only fools existed," as Mrs. Kradon, my twitchy old geography teacher, would say. I wish it would be okay to be wrong, that people could say and do what could be incorrect. I wish that people didn't have to be perfect. I wish we could be carefree and unburdened. This is what I wish.
Sincerely,
Alicia

May 20, 2205
Dear Diary,
Today was a really rough day at school. One of my "less intelligent" classmates, Joey Blackhorse, was asked a question. If I remember clearly, it was "What is the capital of England?" Obviously, it's London, but that knucklehead was too dumbfounded to answer. I'm surprised he hasn't been Wronged yet. Mrs. Kradon had her finger on the infamous red button, when the idiot finally replied "London, UK."
It surprises me that Lavender has been Wronged while he hasn't.
If you'd like to know, I think Joey and this other girl named Miranda Lumming are the dumbest kids in class. They've been on the verge of being Wronged many times. So many that I'm not going to list them all. But the biggest idiots of all are the ones that have been Wronged. No, I'm not talking about Lavender, she said she had barely gotten any sleep that day, but all of the kids who aren't pure geniuses are probably rotting in the prison or dead already. I can count them off if you want...
Shane Ricken, Rochelle Clementon, Hannah Davis, Jaxon Hernandez, Piper Lime, Janice Holzworth, and... Lavender Clearwater.
Also, during Chemistry, I spilled my test tube filled with Sulphuric Acid we were supposed to be taking notes on. Some got on my lab coat, which got a few holes burned through. Luckily, none got on my hands, because I was covered head to toe with protective gear. Mr. Wiseburg was really upset, ranting about how he had just gotten that table cleaned and installed, how I need to be more careful, things like that.
I was terrified, because I knew that if he was close enough, he could easily press down on the button....
Luckily, that didn't happen. Strangely enough, Mr. Wiseburg has the brains to know that it's illegal to send a child to jail if they have not been Wronged. I was shaking after Science.
I'll write more to you later. Right now, I gotta sleep. Mom will kill me if she knows I am up this late.
Sincerely,
Alicia.

May 23, 2205
Dear Diary,
Today was an absolutely horrible day at school, not to mention terrifying. Two kids in my class were Wronged. We were working in partners; I was working with Madison Snow. Remember that boy, Joey Blackhorse I was talking about? Well, he was working in pairs with Perry Longhurst, another one of the less intelligent people. This was during history, we had to complete this paper about the Great Famine that took place in 2108. There was a huge tsunami that flooded many countries, rotting the crops. After that, there was a water shortage and a devastating drought, which took many lives. The drinking water was bad quality; many people in the poorer countries lost many people due to Cholera. Finally, the USA, Canada, China, and the UK proposed to the other countries a new idea: Uniting to form an allied nation. The other countries were very desperate, and together, the low population of about 6 million people made it through. They decided to rename every city, country, and state in existence, to put the past behind them. Joey and Perry wrote that China was renamed as Sameriu (Which is actually Russia's new name) when it was actually Huang- Du. Mrs. Kradon tapped the button, and off they went to their miserable futures in prison.
I went home today, and there was a protesting group lined around the corner. They were holding signs saying things like "BEING WRONGED IS WRONG!" or "STOP THE PERFECTIONISM!" I saw a few government officials coming with some of the military with them, shooting them with tazers, handcuffing them, or simply trapping them in that electricity current. I don't even want to know what happens to those people. They probably get thrown in jail like the "less intelligent beings." This is madness.
Well, one good thing came out today. My father came back from serving in the war against Dakarium, otherwise known as Sudan before the Great Famine. We had a huge delicious dinner, with juicy chicken, roast potatoes, tingling apple cider, and succulent grapes.
I hope that those people who were protesting got their message out to some people who can do something about it.
Sincerely,
Alicia

May 24, 2205
This is horrible. Just horrible.
Just when my life couldn't get any worse, I've been Wronged. Answered a math question wrong, about the formula to find the volume of a sphere. I told Miss Parks I had forgotten, and... The button. I never knew how horrible this was until it actually happened to me. Those men... They're so huge, and all I ever did was say I forgot how to find the volume of a sphere! And that current... I went stiff as soon as it hit me, sending an aching, stinging spasm throughout my body. I remember the people taking a huge needle and injecting this strange greenish blue liquid into my left arm, leaving me suspended there, body limp and lifeless, eyes wide open but not seeing a single thing around me.
I wonder if my classmates will remember me.
I remember the people slid this slimy salve that tasted like bitter charcoal down my mouth. It tasted so bitter, I was instantly jolted awake. There were people crowded around me, like a pack of dogs in for the kill. I remember clearly, this man. Our conversation went something like this...
"Miss Stonebrook? It appears you've been Wronged, yes?" He had silver hair that draped over his blue eyes. Something about those icy blue eyes frightened me and sent a shudder down my spine.
I struggle to get up, but I was bound to an iron slab with inch thick rusty chains that dug and bit ferociously at my skin as I twisted and turned. "Why would you want to know? Who are you? Where am I?"
The man smiled. "You are at the Prison for the Mentally Disabled, or PWD for short. Wronged people may find themselves in this place. My name is Jonathan Russet, president of this institute."
I snarled and tried to kick at this evil, twisted man. "You monster! How can you even do this job? Every day, you toss people in jail because they say or do something... Incorrect! The Great Famine wasn't caused by unintelligent people! It was caused by overpopulation, you disgusting peace of filth! I can't believe you!" I struggled, but still, the horrible chains sank deeper into my skin.
Jonathan turned and snapped his fingers. "Agents, I believed this girl and I have spoken long enough. Put her in Cell No. 1667, next to prisoner No. A-117. You will no longer address her by her name. She is now Prisoner A-148. I do not want to have anything to do with her ever again." He turned and faced me, so close I could feel his breath. "Now listen, little girl, you have no power. I have the power. At the snap of my fingers, or tap of my shoes, I could send a toxic fume into your cell, killing every one of you. Play nice, or die." He grabbed my chin and raised my head so I could see his icy eyes. "Hear me?"
I nodded, and gulped. Jonathan stood up. "Send the miserable creature to her cell."
The next thing I remember was being marched to my cell and dumped there to die, in the most miserable, cold, and damp place I ever knew. They released me from my chains, but each wall is almost 4 inches think, impossible to get out of. However, we have small square holes we can see out of, to tell when a guard will give us our daily meal. I managed to slip this diary in my pocket, and I am writing in it from on my steel cot right now. I'll write you later, the guard is coming and he will be suspicious.
Sincerely,
Alicia

May 26, 2205
Dear Diary,
The last two days have not been pleasant. There is no heating or air conditioning in this wretched place, so you either freeze at night or sweat to death. However, there is one good thing....
I've met a boy.
You see, he is in the cell next to me, the one called A-117, spoke to me yesterday. He is very quiet, but he is also very smart; he taught me how to communicate with each other and the pattern in which the guards come about at night. Remember the square holes I mentioned earlier? They face forward, but by pressing your face against the wall and turning your head, you can make yourself audible to the person next to you.
Also, the pattern in which the guards come is quite easy to understand. They patrol the halls of the prison, and shift every 30 minutes. During that shift, we have about 10 minutes to speak until the guards return.
Oh, yes, I forgot to mention the boy's name. His name is Jake Ryder. He was Wronged for having dazed off in class. The teacher had then asked him a question, but he hadn't been paying attention, so off he went to the PWD. He has chestnut brown hair that sometimes flutters in front of his hazel eyes, and wears a necklace with a carved bone tied onto it, for good luck.
My eyelids are feeling heavy, I will write to you tomorrow...
Sincerely,
Alicia.

May 27, 2205
Dear Diary
Today, I found something out from Jake. While the guards shifted places, he told me that the reason why the government sent Wronged people to jail was not because they were trying to prevent a second Great Famine; it was because they were afraid of us. They were afraid that we would start a rebellion if we were not perfect. That just proves how stupid the government is. They also thought that stupidity was a transmissible disease.
The meals here are tasteless. Yesterday, I was given rock hard bread and a cup of water. Today was a bit better, although tasteless. I got a frozen chicken sandwich. Also, the guards are not what I would call polite. They are huge brutes who treat us prisoners like pieces of dirt.
I've decided to find a way out of here, even though I've only been here for a few days. Poor Jake. He told me he's been here for over a year, according to some marks he make on his wall with a piece of chalk. For his sake, I'm going to bust my way out of this wretched cage one way or another.
I've already got a plan. There is a button near the elevator that leads to the entrance of the building. That button is about ten meters away from me. If I can somehow use a rock or something to hit that button, it will release the prisoners in this room. The problem is, the square hole in the wall is quite small, and even if I could fit a rock through the hole, I doubt my arm strength is good enough to manage to strike the button. And even if I do get out, there's the problem of getting past the guards and over the 20 feet iron lined walls surrounding the institution.
However, I'm going to try. If not for me, then for all of the other people in this room, especially Jake. The worst thing that could happen is that we get killed, which may be better than being locked up in this prison forever.
Sincerely,
Alicia

May 29, 2205
Dear Diary,
The plan has begun. Jake handed me a rock that he found under his cot, which I managed to fling at the button. The first one missed. Luckily, Jake had like ten more under his cot, so I landed a piece of charcoal on the button on my 6th try. Once the cages were opened, there was quite a bit of noise. Lots of people were hugging, and talking. Jake looked at me in the eye, then kissed me on the cheek, whispering Thank you in my ear. I was in a state of shock. I could feel a thousand butterflies in my stomach, fighting to get out.
Thankfully, the guards were shifting just then. If it hadn't been for that, I highly doubt any of the prisoners in this room would be alive. Jake and I finally got everyone to be quiet, and so the exodus to the land beyond this institute began.
We managed to dodge one guard by hiding in the shadows of a rock. Obviously, the guards are more brawny than intelligent becuase they didn't even notice more that half of us were missing from our confinements. After that, the huge group of us prisoners split up. One fourth of the people headed toward the west gate. Another stream headed for the north. Almost all of the rest went to the east entrance. However, jake and I were the only ones going toward the main entrance. We needed to give Jonathan a piece of our minds. People that have answered incorrectly do not deserve to rot in jail. They deserve a second chance. A third chance. The deserve how many chances they need to be happy and actually enjoy going to school, going to work, going to the park, wherever they want to. And, if Jonathan is reasonable enough, I ay be able to see Lavender again. And my family.
I really need to stop writing now. If a guard catches a glimpse of the shiny surface of my pen, I'm as good as dead. Or I might be thrown into jail.
Sincerely,
Alicia

May 30, 2205
Dear Diary,
Well, Jake and I marched up to Jonathan and told him what we thought about all of this Wronged stuff. Well, things don't always go as planned...
When we arrived at his office, Jake opened his mouth to shout obscenities at the horrid man when two huge men cuffed our hands with spiked chains and gagged us. Jonathan then had a few words to say to us.
"Well, what do we have here? Little Miss Stonebrook and her.... Lover." He sneered and reached into his short pocket, holding a delicate knife.
I snarled and kicked at him, but the guard had a firm hold on me. I struggled and kicked, but to no avail. Managing to rip off my gag, I spat viciously at him. "What are you going to do? Kill us?" I hissed, clawing at the guard's arm with my ragged fingernails. Blood spurted from the gash I made.
"Oh, no, I'd be letting you off the hook too easily," he said casually, throwing the knife in the air. It landed inches away from my feet. "I plan to torture the two of you until you have learned your lesson." He paused, then coughed and continued talking. "Then, I plan to throw the two of you into prison... If there's anything left of your bodies." He let out a vicious cackle, and then snapped his fingers. "Get those scum out of my sight."
We were marched to a cell that was near Jonathan's office. One of the burly men glared at us before we were sent into the cage. "This cell will be guarded 24/7. You can try to escape from this cell, but there is a force field up ahead. Try to get through it...." He laughed. "You'll find out. You will be held in here until Mr. Russet decides your form, or forms, of torture.
Jake and I were then thrown unceremoniously into the prison.
Well, you can see the situation is now ten times worse than what it was yesterday. Now, I face certain torture and have no way of getting out. Oh well, I always try to look on the positive side of things, but I'm afraid there is no positive side right now.
Sincerely,
Alicia

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Aww thanks. You're very kind :3 No one has ever paid attention to my stories before XD
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