Entry Three: (Day 5513)
Dear Reader,

It's so comforting to see this empty book. So overwhelmingly soothing to see the words written inside. You have no idea of the trials and ordeals I've encountered in the past thirty one Days. I can't keep this journal in the abandoned library anymore. They have cameras every two feet in the city. They must know this is where I keep coming. I found three micro cameras in my room and honestly I am appalled. They must know I've been documenting in something other than the Document. Why haven't they collected me yet? Every movement behind me makes me jump, I can't sleep for fear of having missed a camera. I scan the depths of darkness for hours until the light returns. The lack of sleep makes me more paranoid, I can't breathe in front of Mentor Vanessa and Mentor James hasn't looked at me in a week. They must know. I've written in the Document every week like expected and kept it in the right format with everything they want to hear. I swear Leader Milling nodded at me when I mistakenly caught her eye the other day during Education. What could it have meant?

Oh yes, I forgot to tell you. I've continued to keep my grades up, much to Mentor Vanessa's disappointment, and so I've stayed on Assignment in Station One as a File Organizer. I feel as though they put me on this task purposely. My curiosity was overwhelmingly hard to keep under control as they gave me a tour of Station One. Something about this Assignment doesn't add up. I looked in the files, There has never been a File Organizer as an Assignment before. Ever. And I know from experience that Community members are never allowed into Station One, especially not past the desk of information. With this new knowledge brings back a certain memory doesn't it, when Mentor James told me this was the highest Assignment I could receive and that they normally only gave it to Year Seventeens. At the time I was part flattered part flustered and didn't even question the comment. But if this is the first ever time this Assignment has been offered, why would he say something like that.

There's something in his eyes when he looks at me now. An undeniable sadness. He looks away so quickly now too, as if he can't stand to see me. As if it hurts too much. I don't quite understand it, if they all know why won't anyone say something.

I've decided to place the journal in a chest in my room. I bought a lock off a delinquent during Education. As you well know, locks are illegal. In theory there's no reason to ever need one, but I am fairly certain this an exception to the rule. I've been saying that a lot lately. Excusing wrongful behavior with small justifications. I referred to the other person as a delinquent, but Reader, aren't I as much of a delinquent as he? Who have I become. In the Official's eyes I am the embodiment of Thomas, the newest spewer of lies, but in my eyes I am the only honest person here. How could none of them see it?

I have to go now. Mentor Vanessa is calling my name. Nothing makes me more nervous anymore. I'll write again when I have the chance.

Till Then,

-KM