February 28th
Well, the plan isn't going as well as we thought.
We managed to dig a fairly good size hole, but the people of this place do room checks, so they found the screwdriver, lunch tray and spork.
I guess that plan is out the window.
So now we're thinking of new ideas.
Plus, it's hard right now, because they took Bex to the lower level rooms for the week. For lock down. They told me she had one kid in a headlock because he called her Rebecca and then mocked her British accent.
I feel sorry for him.
Zach and I have been spending more time together. Mostly at lunch since we both have other 'important' meetings the rest of the day.
I really like him. He's attractive, he's funny, and he's not totally messed in the head. He told me about his family. How his mom died when he was six and how his dad is abusive. I understand why he'd rather be here.
We made a pact, actually.
If Bex can't make it, we're going to run away together. And vice versa because I don't really want either of them stuck here if I don't make it out. They've become my friends.
I wouldn't wish staying here on anyone. Not even my worst enemy.