The second day went by slow and quite uneventfully. Ever since the first night, when his dreams had been interrupted, (twice !), Mark didn't have any other dream. Whenever he closed his eyelids, it was to fall into a very agitated slumber filled with Jenna's face repeated a thousand times, Mr. Smith shouting, vast empty places that you couldn't escape from and the sound of the damn cameras moving. It seemed that the experiment had forever taken away his ability to dream or to sleep peacefully. Scott was very uncomfortable with the cameras, he kept looking around and behind himself whenever they entered a room. When they filmed in his direction, he went pale and began shaking uncontrollably. As for Mark, even if he didn't like the idea of being watched 24 hours a day, he eventually got used to it or, at least, put up with it.
On the second morning, he had gestured at Scott to get him to follow him and, together, they had left the room. They had walked through the hall to escape the crowd that was driving Mark crazy. They had passed the doors of the teacher's lounge and of the Principal's office with shivers running down their spines and then had reached the Literature and Computer Science rooms. Mark was hoping they could go inside to be away from the other students, even if there would be cameras there too. Unluckily, all the doors of the first floor were closed, no matter how many times they tried to open them. Mark was so angry that he punched into the last one, the big white door of the Auditorium. It was not a good idea however. A camera had turned right on him at that moment and his hand now felt like it had swelled to the double of its normal size. They had tried the second floor too, but everything -library, infirmary, students common room, Algebra class, Biology class, Science Lab and languages classes- were closed. The only thing they could do was wander around the hall on the first floor or around the corridor on the second floor. It was depressing, really. Always doing the same thing, in the same places. And the silence was getting more and more difficult to bear.645Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgAJxMuoXPh
