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The White Room

072302. That odd series of number flashed through my mind again. I looked down at my white denim pants and white cotton top and wondered, yet again, why, how, and what I was doing here.

I am in a white room. The walls are drywall painted white with Behr Paint. The ceilings are cement also white with paint. The walls are 1.384 meters high. The width and length of the room is 4.888 meters. The floor is white Empire carpet.

I know all of this, I am not guessing. It's like I am a computer. I look at something and my mind automatically

gives me facts. Sort of like I just know that I should probably find a way out of the White Room and also that the people who brought me here are not on my side.

I do not remember any of my life other than The White Room. And another reason the way I sleep. When I feel like 'my battery is low', I resume standing, close my eyes, and when I feel changed, I open them up and continue about my business.

When I stay up to long, I 'die', which is where I go unconscious, then get up when I'm charged.

I have no idea what I look like. I am a girl, I have seriously long hair. I have been here exactly 29 days, 6 hours, 18 minutes, 39 seconds.

Every day has been the same. Trying to figure out as much as I can about The White Room. So far: nothing.

So every day has been the same... Until the book.

I woke up today and there was a white book on the floor. It had no name of author written on it. I flipped through it. It was handwritten. I scanned the writing.

This is written by... Don Holton. ... in 2002. Wait, 2002. I looked at the writing a bit closer. July 23, 2002.

July 23, 2002. 072302. There has to be something special in this book. It was only 83 pages. I flipped through it, then I found this:

Starting March 3, 2002, the government will be starting something called 'The White Room'. They will put highly advanced children in a white room for 3 weeks and see if they can find a way out. They will erase their memories. After 11 days, they will be able to send in a book of any choice into The White Room. If they find a way out, they will be awarded 10 million pounds. If not, they will most likely die.

I gasped. The next page read:

July 22, 2002, the machine that controls The White Room malfunctioned. No one is able to control it 15 year old Savannah Hues is stuck in The White Room. The machine blocked the only way out. She is one of twenty people in the world with an eidetic memory. It is a miracle she is alive today.

Book review #1

The Fault in Our Stars

Description:

Diagnosed with Stage IV thyroid cancer at 12, Hazel was prepared to die until, at 14, a medical miracle shrunk the tumors in her lungs... for now. Two years post-miracle, sixteen-year-old Hazel is post-everything else, too post-high school, post-friends and post-normalcy. And even though she could live for a long time (whatever that means) Hazel lives tethered to an oxygen tank, the tumors tenuously kept at bay with a constant chemical assault. Enter Augustus Waters. A match made at cancer kid support group, Augustus is gorgeous, in remission, and shockingly, to her interested in Hazel. Being with Augustus is both an unexpected destination and a long-needed journey, pushing Hazel to re-examine how sickness and health, life and death, will define her and the legacy that everyone leaves behind.

I give this book four and a half stars.

It was a great book, but it will brutally rip out your soul and rip it to shreds.

I strongly recommend this book to anyone

who enjoys poetry.

Rowling Out.