This was an English project. Normally, I don't write these ''OC stories'' because I think they're cliché and boring. I know that a few things in this story aren't spot-on to the book universe, but I really don't care. And also, a few of the entries seem a bit pointless, but I was allowed to have a minimum of fourteen entries, and I only had a few days to write it, so I couldn't plan it out paragraph by paragraph before I wrote it all out. But overall, I am quite satisfied with it! I'm going to be putting up that chapters as I type them out, so please come back and read the finished product. :)

Warning: Homosexual relationships.

I started out alone. I ended alone...

I know that in three weeks and one day from now, I will be unwound. My unhealthy heart, my white hair, my pink eyes, and every other body part of my albino body will be sent off in every which way, and I will supposedly live on, just a bit more... Scatter-brained, if you will. Please excuse my pun.

I wake up in the morning and automatically, my stomach begins hurting. I begin sweating, and my heart begins racing. I know what day it is. Today is the day that a representative from Happy Jack Harvest Camp will visit my house and take me on my final vacation. A vacation to Happy Jack Harvest Camp...

I am on the street. I know that if anyone saw me, they would question my motives. A young boy, running on the road, alone, first thing in the morning. It is dark, and my only possessions are what I can contain in my backpack. I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe that I am running away. I have never been a coward. I didn't run from that heart surgery when I was five. I didn't run from my parent's divorce. I know that if anyone saw me, they would question my motives.

But I am running from my unwinding.

My chest is going to explode. I've been running from the juvey-cops for at least an hour. I can't go on. My heart isn't healthy enough for this.

I stop running and face the juvey-cops. My whole body is shaking, and I have to will all of my strength to my legs to keep me standing. I look the juvey-cops right in the eye. I feel the impact of the tranq bullets entering my torso, and I go down, but it doesn't matter, because I go down with bravery.

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