Haha. I didn't even realize I said Taylor Laughtner in the June 26th entry. I didn't know how to spell his name, didn't feel like looking it up on Google, and I really don't like him that much. I'm prepared for the hanging. LAUGHtner.

Journal NOT a Diary!

Max's Journal

July 3, 2010

Something bad is about to happen. Just a hunch. Please excuse the sloppy handwriting, I'm having to hold the pencil in my teeth and write. So would that me mouthwriting?

We were all sleeping, on the cold, metal floor, withonly a thin blanket over us. I had to share a blanket with Angel. Mary Lou and Analie shared one, so did Iggy and Gazzy, and MaryEllen got her own. And suddenly, we went from shivering to sweating in half a second. That woke us up. We all threw off the blanket and separated.

But the whole metal room was over one hundred degrees! The metal didn't help, and the fact that we had seven people in the room didn't help. At least it was a big room.

Before long, we'd have a heat stroke. And no one would know about it. Wait - heat stroke! That puts our lives in danger, right? Of course! Maybe this was Fang's dream. There had to be some indication of his dream's presence. He told me in a dream, which is really weird, since...

He said that it would be a tiny blue sliver of light. I looked up and down the walls, hoping to see something. Nothing. Maybe it wasn't real, and his dream was here? I hoped it was.

I slowly bent down and felt the floor, jerking my hand back. It felt like a metal trey left in an oven overnight. (A/N My grandma and aunt actually did that. We were having lunch with them and my aunt realized she left it a biscuit in overnight when she went to put sweet potato casserole in the oven. It sizzled every time the mitt touched it.)

"What's happening?" Analie cried. She ran for her mother but Mary Lou moved out of the way.

"Stand still!" Mary Lou insisted. "The closer you are to people, the hotter you are!"

Analie whimpered and moved away from her mother.

Then, as fast as it came, the heat wave left, and ten below zero degrees took it's place. We started shivering so hard a teeth started chattering. We all huddled in the center, but it hardly did anything. This was so unhealthy. Fang's dream had to be here, even if I still couldn't see the sliver of blue light.

The temperature changed back to normal room temperature. I collapsed backward, catching myself on my hands.

"Stop!" Mary Lou cried, pretty much to nothing. "Stop it! You're killing us!" I put my hand on her shoulder and pulled myself up to a sitting position. The wall slid open, and Cindy stepped in, a pistol in her hand. I gasped. I saw a blue sliver of light, more like a mist, right in front of me. My face broke out in a grin. Fang's dream!

I stood up and walked towards Cindy. She frowned at me, but walked down the stairs. When her foot hit the floor, I grabbed the gun and jumped back.

My hands shaking, I slowly pointed the gun to myself. Everyone gasped, started screaming at me. I ignored them. "One more step," I said, "and I shoot."

Cindy grinned and took a step forward. I flicked my wrist and shot, sending her down, clutching her shoulder. "I didn't say at me, Cindy!" I said, laughing. She glared at me, clutching her teeth. Oh, I love loopholes!

"You'll regret that, Maximum!" Cindy hissed. She slowly pulled herself her to feet. She made eye contact with everyone in the room "All of you will pay for her mistake!" She ran back up the stairs and through the wall, cackling.

I still saw the blue, now red, mist. I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't care as long as his dream was still here.

"Why did you do that, Max?" Angel asked, her eyes wide.

I tossed the gun to the floor. "To show her she can't control us. She can lock us in a metal room, but she can't take away our brains, or courage, or mission. She'll never be in control as long as people aren't scared to stand up to that witch. She can't do anything!"

Mary Lou's face was hard as ice. "You wanna bet? You have no clue what this room is capable of!"

"What do you mean?"

Before she could answer, it was as if the whole room shook - an earthquake. We were all thrown to the ground. All we could hear is the sound of water through pipes, like what you hear sometimes when someone from an upstairs bathroom flushes the tolite. It was loud enough to almost bust our eardrumbs, and we could scream at each other and not hear.

The room made one last shake, and our heads slammed against the metal floor, blackout.

I woke up tied to a chair, like when we woke up here. But something was different - the bottoms of my shoes were soaked, I heard the sound of rushing water, like in a bathtub.

Water. Water is all over the floor, seeping in the bottoms of my shoes. Everyone else was awake, looking around with wide eyes, too afraid to speak. Petunia was chewing on her ropes, sometimes stopping from fiber splinters in her tongue. No one else bothered to try.

The water was seeping in from cracks in the ceiling, where the walls met. It was a big room, we must have been out for hours and it wasn't up an inch.

I slowly stood up, still tied to the chair, and slowly walked towards the backpacks. More water seeped in my shoes with every step, making them more uncomfortable with every step. Well, it would take weeks for the room to fill, we still had weeks to live - unless someone doesn't know how to swim.

I got this journal, and put and the pen in my mouth, as I mentioned before. I'm gonna stop now, my jaws are starting to hurt. The water is up to my ankles now, yikes!

-Maximum