Project 43
September 2511

A couple days have passed. You'd think I'd be jumping up to write down things but to be honest I'm not much of a writer. Go figure. But it's supposed to help mental health or something like that.

Had my check up and the general didn't even show up to ask any personal questions- go freaking figure. Not important enough for mom not important enough for someone that she works with. To dig into some deep psychological problems yes I did not get hugged enough.

More kids are missing the last couple days- probably part of the investigation dad talked about. Honestly it's really stupid. I haven't tried to escape in years because I know how easy it is to get caught not to mention the whole I'll die if I leave thing. Trust me I want my freedom more than anyone but I know how futile that is in a military base after growing up in one; as should they. Unless you're like some super hacker that also is good with power.

For this many kids to get caught up in it though? Sloppy for a bunch of know it all's. I mean seriously how can they have excellent test scores that I'm lectured about but can't even properly sneak off base at this age?

To be fair the subjects to learn to even get off base would interest me more if I knew there weren't gaps in my knowledge because I lack the hands on experience. It's one of the only reason I ever paid attention in all of the survivalist classes, with a military base there where plenty of resources in order to practice some of these including hand to hand combat though it took a lot to clear an instructor for me once a month.

If you're wondering what my life routine is I'll lay it out simply for you.

Eat sleep repeat.

Haha joking but I basically may as well be a fish in a tank.

I wake up. Eat with dad. Check the news or whatever show. Leave for school which is just the west wing where the basic lab computer and a few other things where. Then for leasure afternoon I have my pick of things which typically is my workout and pool but I will mix it up with other activities.

Leasure morning and afternoons which are my designated tv or electronics time typically get interrupted by me counting the sheep that are bearded while I swim in my tank looking out windows at the world around me.

Actually the only bit of "outside" I see anymore is in the dinning area. A small corner; a fraction of the world that tells me if the sky is blue or if it's to rain.

I feel like a prisoner.