Chapter Two, finally! These chapters are a lot longer than the ones in
Video Game, and they're a bit more thought-provoking to write than
mysterious. You gotta be in the right mood. I wrote it all in two hours
tops.
Most of this second chapter is Seventeen's journal, with all appropriate misspellings (Not quite as bad as Flowers for Algernon, if you've read that book, though.) R/R!
Chapter Two
Max had taught me to write, so I should probably start keeping a journal. Max handed me a book without any words in it. I didn't know what it was for, until Max gave me a 'pencil'. one end made grey marks and the other end erased them. Max gave me the date, which was a way of telling today apart from every other day. I was supposed to write whatever I felt like writing in the book. It's hard to remember all the symbols from scratch, and I didn't even know what half the marks are supposed to be used for. But it was a start.
March 2, 2010
Max showe me more about the relatonshir betwen written language and spokn language, i don't know exactly how too writ all these words becaus i'm doing this from memore, it helps if I read a book for examples, but Max says i should lern how to talk
March 3
today Max surprized me with a bocks of books. he said i could start reading them after lunch, and he'd help me with all the parts i didn't understan. Max said i didnt write much for liking to reed so much. i said it hurt my hand to write. like now.
March 4
Max showed me how to hold the pencl properly. it flt weird at fist bot i got the hang of it. i told him my cloths were too itchy and could i pleze not wear them for todai. he told me id have to gt used to it. its odd. some of the words he speks ive never heard before in my life and i understand him. it might be the lessns. i dont know.
i started rding the books i got now. because Max helps me with them, i can understand them better. today we read Huckleberry Finn, about a boy who got lost on an island, but not really because they were hiding from the peopel, i forgot why though.
Max has been teching me more words. i can spell a lot of them proprly but not all of them. Max said it might be a wile. i can understrand that.
March 6
I didn't get to write in my journal yesterday because Max took me to see a teacher. She didn't seem surprised by my appearance, and I think Max had that all worked out. The teacher was a lot faster than Max was, and I learned a lot. She taught me all the common proper ways to capitalize and use puncuation, not to mention learn to speak better and more words. And how to decipher written words into spoken.
Today, Max is teaching me a lot more. It's much easier to understand him.
March 7
There's one thing I didn't understand yesterday. Max was watching me while I ate, so I asked him, "Why are you watching at me?" and he said, "It's just intriging." or something. I have no idea what that word was, and I decided not to ask him, because I didn't know if it was good or bad. I'm still afraid this might be a product of the Lab. (I capitalize lab because its important.) I hope Max doesn't read this. What was the feeling again? I think i'm afraid. I don't know of what, though.
March 8
Something really scary happened last night. I don't know why, but it looked like I was back in the lab. The people there surrounded me and looking at me. Then they dragged me to the training room I used to go to. I don't remember much, but instead of the usual pokémon, there was a huge beast and it kept chasing me. Then I woke up from sleeping. I was screaming and didn't know it, until Max came in. He said I just had a nightmare. I didn't care what it was, it was too real.
I'm afraid of going back to the Lab.
March 9
The nightmare didn't happen this time.
Max and I finished Huckleberry Finn. We started on Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. That one was very confusing. I don't think we'll ever finish.
There's too many things for Max to teach me. But he seemed very surprised at one thing. He said it was Math, but the books at the Lab said it was Geometry or Algebra or something. He seemed surprised by how much I could do. I spent a lot of time on those books at the lab until I decided I couldn't learn anything from them. I didn't even know what it was for, but I learned it anyway. Max put up a very complicated problem on the board, and i figured it out in a minute. He said I didn't need any more teaching in Math. That was good because I was hungry.
March 13
I didn't feel like writing on the 10th because I had that dream again. On the 11th I was still too scared. I was convinced it was real. Max tried to explain the nature of dreams, but he had to go into a big explaination of the subconciuosness, but just him there made me feel a lot better. I'm glad he taught me how to talk.
March 14
I stayed up last night so I wouldn't have the dream again. I passed the time by reading a few books, one was Beowulf that had been transalated to read easier. If that was the easy read, I didn't want to see the original version.
I hope Max doesn't find out. I hope he doesn't read this at all.
I don't know how I'll stay awake in the morning. Max always says the coffee he drinks wakes him up. It smells good. Maybe I'll try it.
Morning March 14
I don't like coffee. It's too bitter. But I had to pretend I liked it so I could stay awake. Max didn't seem fooled. I hope he doesn't do something bad.
Max showed me the CD player today. (CD is Compact Disc, although it looks like a regular one) And he played music. I like music. I wonder how it works. Max got a book that explained the mechanics of it. It had a lot of Math, so it was easy to understand. I'd write it all down, but I can just refer back to the book if I forget anything.
Afternoon March 14
The coffee wore off. I'm too sleepy to write much right now. Max is going to hurt me, I know it.
March 15
If Max hurt me, I was asleep right through it. Max said he just put me to bed. He also told me I shouldn't stay up all night again. Max didn't take off my clothes before I went to sleep. . . It hurts all over now. Max said I could take off my shirt just for today. That felt good.
March 16
I asked Max if I could not wear a shirt again today. He said I had to. I was mad, but not for long. At least it's not torture. Not painful torture, anyway.
Max took me to the grocery store today. I was happy until he made me put on an extra coat. It was a very big coat. I had to keep a low profile, because people weren't used to seeing things like me every day. Is everybody ignorant?
The coat pushed against my tail and it was hard to walk with it against my legs. Max said he wished I didn't have to go through this. Why did I?
Max did have a purpouse for me at the grocery store. Besides telling me not to look anyone directly in the eye, he had me fetch things on his list. There's a lot of food at the store. I wonder where Max gets his money. He has to have a job, doesn't he? But he teaches me all day. I don't understand it.
Max said he probably should have had me wear some socks in hindsight. Maybe next time.
March 17
I asked Max if I could not wear a shirt again. He muttered something about spoiling me, and said I didn't have to. He also said there wouldn't be lessons today, because he had a lot of things to do. Max gave me a couplee things. He said he didn't want any noise, so I played the CD player through the earphones. (So I could only hear it) He also gave me some candy. Candy tastes good, but not after a while. I read most of the day. I didn't come out of my room for lunch, Max just gave me a large cup of water and some food. I wonder what he was doing that was so important. I hope he doesn't find this out, but I didn't wear pants today, either.
March 18
Same thing happened again today. I wonder what he's doing. He told me tonight that that was the last time and I should prepare for lessons tomorrow. I asked him if I had to wear a shirt. He said yes.
I still don't like clothes.
March 19
I guess I don't have to wear a clothes. Max said something came up and he really really had to go out of the house for a day and a night. He fixed me food early this morning. But today I was going to look at the entire house.
I found another room above Max's room. It was an attic, as I recall. There was a lot of things in there to look at, but I found something intriguing. (Max taught me that word.) Or maybe it wasn't.
It might have been horrifying.
There was an old photograph, dated 1982. Max was in it, although he looked a lot different. . . younger, I think. He would have been, it was twenty-eight years ago. But I recognized one of the six other guys that were standing with him. He was a doctor from the Lab. His name, it said, was Marcel Tybalt.
The box that I found them in had papers. They told about a genetic research project, about making a clone of the pokémon Mew, but changing the code so it would be more controllable. Max, or as the paper said, Professor Maxamillian Jones, was the cheif of security. He had a Master's degree in Engineering, and he preferred to be called by his title, but he didn't actually have anything to do with the research, or the funding, or the machines. But he was excellent at 'manipulating officials and politicians'. Not only was he the head of security, but he was representative. He convinced politicians to advance legalization of cloning, and bribed law enforcement to look the other way.
I was afraid again. I went back to my room and tried to get my mind off that by listening to music and reading.
I hope Max doesn't read this.
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And now. . . review! Yes, review my precious creation! Because the story isn't that linear to begin with, I hope you all are prepared for what happens in the next chapter! Until then, Ciao!
Most of this second chapter is Seventeen's journal, with all appropriate misspellings (Not quite as bad as Flowers for Algernon, if you've read that book, though.) R/R!
Chapter Two
Max had taught me to write, so I should probably start keeping a journal. Max handed me a book without any words in it. I didn't know what it was for, until Max gave me a 'pencil'. one end made grey marks and the other end erased them. Max gave me the date, which was a way of telling today apart from every other day. I was supposed to write whatever I felt like writing in the book. It's hard to remember all the symbols from scratch, and I didn't even know what half the marks are supposed to be used for. But it was a start.
March 2, 2010
Max showe me more about the relatonshir betwen written language and spokn language, i don't know exactly how too writ all these words becaus i'm doing this from memore, it helps if I read a book for examples, but Max says i should lern how to talk
March 3
today Max surprized me with a bocks of books. he said i could start reading them after lunch, and he'd help me with all the parts i didn't understan. Max said i didnt write much for liking to reed so much. i said it hurt my hand to write. like now.
March 4
Max showed me how to hold the pencl properly. it flt weird at fist bot i got the hang of it. i told him my cloths were too itchy and could i pleze not wear them for todai. he told me id have to gt used to it. its odd. some of the words he speks ive never heard before in my life and i understand him. it might be the lessns. i dont know.
i started rding the books i got now. because Max helps me with them, i can understand them better. today we read Huckleberry Finn, about a boy who got lost on an island, but not really because they were hiding from the peopel, i forgot why though.
Max has been teching me more words. i can spell a lot of them proprly but not all of them. Max said it might be a wile. i can understrand that.
March 6
I didn't get to write in my journal yesterday because Max took me to see a teacher. She didn't seem surprised by my appearance, and I think Max had that all worked out. The teacher was a lot faster than Max was, and I learned a lot. She taught me all the common proper ways to capitalize and use puncuation, not to mention learn to speak better and more words. And how to decipher written words into spoken.
Today, Max is teaching me a lot more. It's much easier to understand him.
March 7
There's one thing I didn't understand yesterday. Max was watching me while I ate, so I asked him, "Why are you watching at me?" and he said, "It's just intriging." or something. I have no idea what that word was, and I decided not to ask him, because I didn't know if it was good or bad. I'm still afraid this might be a product of the Lab. (I capitalize lab because its important.) I hope Max doesn't read this. What was the feeling again? I think i'm afraid. I don't know of what, though.
March 8
Something really scary happened last night. I don't know why, but it looked like I was back in the lab. The people there surrounded me and looking at me. Then they dragged me to the training room I used to go to. I don't remember much, but instead of the usual pokémon, there was a huge beast and it kept chasing me. Then I woke up from sleeping. I was screaming and didn't know it, until Max came in. He said I just had a nightmare. I didn't care what it was, it was too real.
I'm afraid of going back to the Lab.
March 9
The nightmare didn't happen this time.
Max and I finished Huckleberry Finn. We started on Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. That one was very confusing. I don't think we'll ever finish.
There's too many things for Max to teach me. But he seemed very surprised at one thing. He said it was Math, but the books at the Lab said it was Geometry or Algebra or something. He seemed surprised by how much I could do. I spent a lot of time on those books at the lab until I decided I couldn't learn anything from them. I didn't even know what it was for, but I learned it anyway. Max put up a very complicated problem on the board, and i figured it out in a minute. He said I didn't need any more teaching in Math. That was good because I was hungry.
March 13
I didn't feel like writing on the 10th because I had that dream again. On the 11th I was still too scared. I was convinced it was real. Max tried to explain the nature of dreams, but he had to go into a big explaination of the subconciuosness, but just him there made me feel a lot better. I'm glad he taught me how to talk.
March 14
I stayed up last night so I wouldn't have the dream again. I passed the time by reading a few books, one was Beowulf that had been transalated to read easier. If that was the easy read, I didn't want to see the original version.
I hope Max doesn't find out. I hope he doesn't read this at all.
I don't know how I'll stay awake in the morning. Max always says the coffee he drinks wakes him up. It smells good. Maybe I'll try it.
Morning March 14
I don't like coffee. It's too bitter. But I had to pretend I liked it so I could stay awake. Max didn't seem fooled. I hope he doesn't do something bad.
Max showed me the CD player today. (CD is Compact Disc, although it looks like a regular one) And he played music. I like music. I wonder how it works. Max got a book that explained the mechanics of it. It had a lot of Math, so it was easy to understand. I'd write it all down, but I can just refer back to the book if I forget anything.
Afternoon March 14
The coffee wore off. I'm too sleepy to write much right now. Max is going to hurt me, I know it.
March 15
If Max hurt me, I was asleep right through it. Max said he just put me to bed. He also told me I shouldn't stay up all night again. Max didn't take off my clothes before I went to sleep. . . It hurts all over now. Max said I could take off my shirt just for today. That felt good.
March 16
I asked Max if I could not wear a shirt again today. He said I had to. I was mad, but not for long. At least it's not torture. Not painful torture, anyway.
Max took me to the grocery store today. I was happy until he made me put on an extra coat. It was a very big coat. I had to keep a low profile, because people weren't used to seeing things like me every day. Is everybody ignorant?
The coat pushed against my tail and it was hard to walk with it against my legs. Max said he wished I didn't have to go through this. Why did I?
Max did have a purpouse for me at the grocery store. Besides telling me not to look anyone directly in the eye, he had me fetch things on his list. There's a lot of food at the store. I wonder where Max gets his money. He has to have a job, doesn't he? But he teaches me all day. I don't understand it.
Max said he probably should have had me wear some socks in hindsight. Maybe next time.
March 17
I asked Max if I could not wear a shirt again. He muttered something about spoiling me, and said I didn't have to. He also said there wouldn't be lessons today, because he had a lot of things to do. Max gave me a couplee things. He said he didn't want any noise, so I played the CD player through the earphones. (So I could only hear it) He also gave me some candy. Candy tastes good, but not after a while. I read most of the day. I didn't come out of my room for lunch, Max just gave me a large cup of water and some food. I wonder what he was doing that was so important. I hope he doesn't find this out, but I didn't wear pants today, either.
March 18
Same thing happened again today. I wonder what he's doing. He told me tonight that that was the last time and I should prepare for lessons tomorrow. I asked him if I had to wear a shirt. He said yes.
I still don't like clothes.
March 19
I guess I don't have to wear a clothes. Max said something came up and he really really had to go out of the house for a day and a night. He fixed me food early this morning. But today I was going to look at the entire house.
I found another room above Max's room. It was an attic, as I recall. There was a lot of things in there to look at, but I found something intriguing. (Max taught me that word.) Or maybe it wasn't.
It might have been horrifying.
There was an old photograph, dated 1982. Max was in it, although he looked a lot different. . . younger, I think. He would have been, it was twenty-eight years ago. But I recognized one of the six other guys that were standing with him. He was a doctor from the Lab. His name, it said, was Marcel Tybalt.
The box that I found them in had papers. They told about a genetic research project, about making a clone of the pokémon Mew, but changing the code so it would be more controllable. Max, or as the paper said, Professor Maxamillian Jones, was the cheif of security. He had a Master's degree in Engineering, and he preferred to be called by his title, but he didn't actually have anything to do with the research, or the funding, or the machines. But he was excellent at 'manipulating officials and politicians'. Not only was he the head of security, but he was representative. He convinced politicians to advance legalization of cloning, and bribed law enforcement to look the other way.
I was afraid again. I went back to my room and tried to get my mind off that by listening to music and reading.
I hope Max doesn't read this.
----
And now. . . review! Yes, review my precious creation! Because the story isn't that linear to begin with, I hope you all are prepared for what happens in the next chapter! Until then, Ciao!