Number 5 : The Journal of Amy Gray - fallenangel121212 (best affordable ebook reader txt) 📗

March 1st, 2020

Once upon a time there was a girl called Amy. Amy had been born special with super strength and speed. The government had taken anyone who had these powers, but Amy had been hidden. One day someone saw Amy training and reported her to the government. That night they came and abducted Amy from her home. Now Amy is in an unknown area filled with scientists.

Well, I’m not quite sure what to write in this, I’ve never had a journal before, but hey my name’s Amy, I guess. Did that sound weird? Oh well, it’s not like I care. I’m not turning this in for a grade or anything. I’m the Amy in the story, if you haven’t guessed that already. It seems a little easier to write things down if I start with that. Anyway these scientist people are making me write in this journal. I hate it here. I was taken to this military base against my will. Yesterday in the middle of the night, or I guess earlier today my mind’s still kind of fuzzy, the military came into my house and kidnapped me. The military doesn’t kidnap ordinary fifteen year old girls, but honestly, I’m not what you would call normal. I had super strength and speed, guess that’s why they decided it would be ok to violate my rights and kidnap me, assholes. The room that they threw me in is plain; the walls are custard yellow, my least favorite color of course. There’s a bed, a bathroom and a clock. According to the clock its 5:30 AM. It’s been about five and a half hours since I was taken. I wonder how mom and dad are. The last thing I remember before being hit in the head and blacking out was seeing their terrified faces. Well, I’m tired so I’m going to go to bed. The bed doesn’t look too comfy, nothing more but a sleeping bag on a spring frame really. Thanks military douches, goodnight.

March 1st, 2020

Ok, so after kidnapping me and assaulting me, these people decide to wake me up at 7:30 in the morning! I only got like two hours of sleep! It’s like come one! What’s their problem!? They shot at me when I tried escaping. The man kept rambling on happily about how the place was run, who they were, blah blah blah. I almost hit him, it would have been worth the bullet, but I kept my head for the most part. We had entered a gym and there had been an obstacle course and a track area. Four sweaty kids in matching uniforms had approached us. There had been two girls, Lyss and Tracy, and two boys, Parker and Josh, I think. They had acted open and friendly even though I had ignored them and looked in the other direction. I hadn’t exactly been in the mood for polite conversation. The tour guide had nicely suggested that maybe I would like to try out some of the equipment, but I refused to. If they wanted me to do something for them, they shouldn’t have kidnapped me from my family. I mean, seriously?? You take me from my home in the middle of the night then want me to work for you? Uh-uh, that’s not how things work in my agenda. The tour guide had leaded me back to my “room” and locked the door with a sad and disappointed expression. Not that I care. I wasn’t going to become some kind of tool for the military to use like those kids obviously were. Well, I’m going to go and try and catch some z’s since they felt the need to wake me up. I didn’t even get any breakfast! Those jerks. The time is 8:12 AM.

March 1st, 2020

In a few minutes, it will be exactly twenty four hours since I had been kidnapped. It seems so real now. I wish my mom was here, I need a shoulder to lean on. She would have been appalled by the food they gave me. On a Saturday she usually made chicken and rice. Here I got a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with no milk!!! I wonder if they give all the other kids this stuff. Probably not, this is the newbie treatment. Or maybe the rebel treatment, who knows? I miss home so much; I’m counting down the seconds on the clock, almost like its new years. 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 It’s been exactly 24 hours since I was kidnapped. Let’s cut the freaking cake. Well now I’m depressed, so I’m going to bed. Maybe tomorrow will be at least a little bit better. I’ve got to get out of here. The time is 12:00 AM.

March 2nd, 2020

I tried escaping today, didn’t go too well. I had punched a huge hole through the steel door and had switched to slow motion. Just as I had thought I was home free I had seen someone running towards me. The person had caught up with me and tackled me. He had almost knocked me out and made me feel so weak! I hate feeling weak. It’s one of my many pet peeves. Others include people who act all high and mighty, and vampires. I mean come on? What’s so great about sparkling vampires? Ok I’m totally getting off track. Anyway the assaulter had stopped and I had glanced up at him. It had been Parker. He had dragged me back to my room and had stood guard while the door was fixed. Right before locking the door one of the scientists walked in and casually tased me. I think it left a mark. Those things hurt!!!! I was ready to rip his head off, but then big mighty Parker walks in pounding his fists like he’s some big shot. God he was annoying. The scientist is making me write in my journal and is reading over my shoulder. He’s an ass. Humph, just got shocked on my arm for that. Oh well it was worth it. Well I’m done writing for today, I’m sure he’ll keep shocking me but it doesn’t matter , I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of that. The time is 12:54 PM.

March 2nd, 2020

The time is 6:59 PM. They sent a guy in my room who acted like some therapist or something. He kept asking me, “Why did you feel the need to escape?”

I had remained quiet until about the 50th time he asked. Then my anger had boiled over and lets just say I had gotten a lot off my chest.

He kept asking me, “Why do you feel that way?” I had already said what was on my mind so I didn’t see the need to answer him. If he couldn’t wrap his tiny brain around what I had just said that was his problem. Seriously, was that the best they could do? It’s pathetic. After five minutes of no answers he had shaken his head sadly and left the room, thank god.

I’m feeling really groggy and don’t know why. I just finished some delicious chicken and potato stew. I’m considering forgiving them, as long as they feed me right. Psh, joking! Besides, is it worth it? I mean, I’ll get training and I might understand my powers a bit better, but they did kidnap me. They took me away from my hometown, family, and friends. Should I trust them? It’s getting harder to concentrate and the room is getting blurry. Did they drug me? What could they have….Oh God, it was the stew! Those bastards freaking drugged me! I can’t believe it! And to think I had considered helping them. Ha! Not anymore suckers! Ugh, that sudden energy burst brought back the drugged feeling. I’m going to go to bed and try to sleep it off. The time is 7:13 PM.

March 3rd, 2020

Today was really fuzzy. It seems like the drug got worst after I slept. It was awful. I hazily remember going back to the gym. This time there had been no thugs with guns, ha-ha that rhymed. Wow, I guess I’m still a little loopy. Today the tour guide dude had been there smiling a huge toothy grin. Trust me, I wanted to punch his lights out but it seemed like I didn’t have control over my limbs or mouth. It was awful! I felt so unprotected! He had suggested to me that I should run around the track a few times and my body had obliged. My limbs had been stiff, almost like a robot. They had made me go around everything, the track, the weights, multiple times until I had felt like I was going to die of exhaustion. That stupid drug made me nothing more than a mindless ape! I was humiliated! How is this legal!? There’s one scientists, I think her name was Doctor Samantha; she looked away and looked almost….embarrassed. I can’t describe the look on her face, but she defiantly wasn’t enjoying what was going on. It’s nice to know not everyone here is a jerk. Well I’ve decided I’m not going to eat anything else that they give me. I’d rather starve to death than become a mindless servant of the military. Wish me luck! The time is 1:03 PM.

March 3rd, 2020

I’m writing this a few hours after my last entry. I think the drug has completely left my system and my mind is a lot clearer. A few minutes after I put my journal away the door had slid open slightly and a plate of food had slid in. Now, I will admit, when the meaty scent engulfed the room I almost ate the stew. I had to clog my nose and look away as I flushed it down the toilet. I felt like singing military taps, how appropriate. Next thing I know I’m going to be freaking going around conquering lands or something! *Sigh* sorry, lack of food has made me really grumpy. I can hear footsteps coming, probably to bring me dinner. I hope it’s nothing too tasty. Stupid temptations. The time is 7:54 and its day one of operation starvation.

March 4th, 2020

Ok, it’s around noon right now and it’s been…difficult. This morning they brought me a plate of hot eggs filled with gooey cheese. It took all of my willpower to dump them down the toilet. Afterwards I had to act all drugged while I was in the gym. I even had to act like a monkey because one of the scientists had told me to. The scientists and the other kids had been howling with laughter. Too bad they