There was music playing in the backround while I sat sprawled out with papers piled around me. I hummed along slightley. I could maybe let my science homework wait for a few minutes. I was never quit sure why I did this, I think it was because I always thought it would get me out of here. If I worked hard enough I could escape. Linda told me once that everyone had somthing that would get them out of here someday.
I guess it's not a bad place as much as it is the kind of place that if you stay long enough you begin to suffocate. A sleepy old building in a sleepy old town. It's hard to beleive that all of these people will change the world.
They always call us "children of promise". I always kind of liked that. It kind of made me feel like i'm good enough. That I can do somthing amazing. I guess that's the point.
One of the things about this place is that it seems normal on the surface, and we look normal on the surface. But just underneath were broken. Were all, to some extent, broken. But we havent fallen apart yet. And through everything, sometimes I really beleived that everything would be alright.