I got used to it I guess. The routine. Wake up at 8:00. Breakfast at 9:00. Recreation at 10:00. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmjTb8SSgDN
The same thing each day. But I got used to it, even the monsters that walked up and down outside the bars. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0KKfum2DSz
Keeping us in. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY4ZQfsb0Dq
That's the part I didn't get used to.
It made me sad to think I couldn't leave. I didn't deserve it. None of us did
I didn't even know why I was here. I just knew it happened to people like me, people who had dots.
Mine certainly weren't the worst. They covered the entire lengths of my arms now creating swirling patterns of flowers and leaves. But I didn't mind anymore I had got use to it.
There was this guy. Called George. A big guy, the kind of big guy who spent to much time at the gym. His dots spread from from the centre of his forehead moving down around his eyes and then his nose, which had seen it's fair share of breakages. They then trailed down to his neck and over the top of his bald head creating a star like shape.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn2tblReJ4n
I thought it was beautiful. But he didn't. He hated them. All he talked about was how he hated them, and that it was a curse to have them.
Julian disagreed. His dots where on his back creating what looked like a scene of a stormy sea. He would often walk around topless displaying his back for all to see. He was a tall thin man towering at least a foot above me. He was black and spent many hours keeping his kinky brown hair in a large Afro. He loved his dots and claimed that dots where not a curse but a gift from God that had yet to be understood. I decided to side with Julian. It was the less depressing of the two choices.
I wondered whether our dots really where a gift from God and maybe that could be the real reason why the monsters had taken me here
But like most things I had gotten used to the idea that I wouldn't't ever know
It was quiet, I sat on the dirt floor at the end of the yard, watching. There was a lot to watch. People arguing , playing, talking,fighting. It could be far from boring watching people.
"Where you from".695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE8sEGG5JJY
It was Sadie. While I hadn't notice she must have walked over and sat next to me.
She asked questions. She asked a lot of questions.
"Titograd District". She had asked that one seven times already. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwvCltCaCJI
Like George her dots started in the middle of her forehead but instead of moving down they went around creating a garland.
I didn't like Sadie.
"Oh, they're really strict up there , not like Walcott, that's where I'm from."
But for some reason Sadie liked me.
Walcott... So Sadie was a rich idiot.
I got up and walked away. Most people would get the point but Sadie followed. Her short blond bob bounced with each step her little legs struggling to keep up . I stopped and looked into her face her baby blue eyes dazzled.
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That just ticked me off more
" It was nice in Walcott, there where no curfews and that, and we could get any job we wanted. Not like Titograd. My mummy was a teacher. What bout you. "695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfsy6adjkM
"A nurse"695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAprEh9apCh
"Oh well done. I wish I could go back to Walcott. I miss my family; my mummy and my sister anyway. Not my Daddy...What bout you, do you ,miss your family. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXcrbx0xdaT
A loud alarming sound rung through the yard. I turned and looked at the row of lights on the far end wall of the yard. The green light of on and the yard buzzed with excited voices mixed with the grambles of disappointment and worry 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡow4PyGe4o6
It meant there where visitors.
Which meant he was here.
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