Math was boring. We learnt about slope inclines. Why should I care? I am losing patience with the whole school system. I am so nervous that in class my hand shakes when I try to write. I am on my ninth day, and I don't have any more information. I asked Fiona about her dream, and she led me back to the painting in the cafeteria, with a story about dreaming that she was having a snack, when someone snuck up behind her and pulled her into a room absolutely filled with yellow. Then someone was crying in the background, saying 'My baby, my baby, my poor, poor, baby' and then she woke up. I will look at the picture carefully at lunch.
Yes! Yes! Yes! I just about have the answer. Under the picture is a small mirror, and it reflects on a door. When no one was looking, I opened it a crack and snuck a peak. Inside was a small room with a few chairs, and the long sought after bookshelf! I will go tonight, and see if I can get it to open. I will not go through the tunnel tonight, if there is such a thing. I want to keep the journal updated. I have such an amazing feeling of relief. Even knowing that these suspicions have a basis in fact is better than the helplessness of not doing anything. I have nine days, eight from tomorrow, and somehow that feels like a lot longer all of a sudden.
The bookcase swung open. Hidden hinges, very quiet. I saw the tunnel, and it brought back some of my nightmares that I had forgotten. I need a flashlight before I can go down it, there are no lights. I will have to wait till the next trip to the city, day after tomorrow. That is cutting the time period short, but I need it, and I could use the rest. Speaking of which, it is late. I'm going to sleep.
In science we experimented with radioactive material. That was interesting, because we used the gigantic, room sized version of a glove box. We go into suits, one of us at a time, and walked into a room through which we had absolutely no exposure. The suits protected, us, and were surprisingly comfortable. It was a good thing, too, other wise our future children would have been sent to an association for 'special' people. It's kind of scary, actually.
Got my flashlight from the city. I am so jumpy. I have knocked about ten things over today. My clumsiness has hit new heights. I don't do well with waiting. Tonight is the night. This is it. This is it.
I'm going now.