But they lied, we weren’t save here, and we still aren’t.
it’s been over teen years, over teen years without fresh air, without nature. Normally I would draw something that I thought I knew. But not anymore, I’m tired of being a experiment and prisoner, they say am special but what if I don’t want that, what if I just want to be a normal girl.
We are six kids here, we live different rooms long apart from each other. I remember them, a lot actually, but when we were little, I think we were seven kids, seven experiments. Now? now we are six, and to be realistic I think number seven is died. We got told once, if we didn’t pass almost our testes, we would be sent to some awful people, because none of us had parents, or family’s. It’s pretty sad to think about, that we only have each other, and we can be ripped apart, but not anymore, we will escape this place, we will run and hide as long as we need, just to be together and save from them.
Now am seventeen and it’s time for us to run, because we are stronger and we are tree there are a good age to take care of the others, there are tree there are seventeen, one on fifthteen, and to twelve year olds.
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