I am going to runaway.
The risk is immense, the danger unbelievable, the punishment unspeakable if ever I am caught. But I have to do it. Not just for the legacy of Tyson, but for my well being. Every day I spend as part of the future army of Sonora, I feel physically sick. I hate my life here. I do not want to spend my life in servitude to the government. And even if I were not a soldier, that would be the case. I will always belong to the government. Running away is my only option for the true freedom I sought.
I have to do it tonight. Tomorrow, September first, is the day I am to permanently join the army, since I passed the Test two weeks before.
Tonight is my final chance to save myself.
I have everything planned down to the second. It is foolproof, really. The first step is to lie in bed and fake a deep sleep until midnight. For me it seems the hardest part, as I am to lie here, preventing sleep, while all alone with my thoughts.
It is 22:00 when I lay down, and my eleven roommates do the same, as it is curfew. And no one ever breaks curfew. It is half an hour before the other three, all fifteen with only the faintest idea of how difficult being sixteen and taking the Test is, drift into sleep. That is the only thing I needed to focus on until midnight. Hearing them fall to sleep, so they will not hear me leave when the clock projected on the wall shows 00:00.
Once they all are asleep, I allow myself to open my eyes. I cannot hope to sit or stand yet, so I just lie there with my eyes open.
My first thought is of Tyson. The pride that would be in his bright blue eyes if he knew that I was finally getting out.
If only he was, too.
I did not cry when Tyson died. I wanted to, and would have, if the generals judging the Test...
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... to climb over. The guards and generals do not think anyone knows or would notice.
But I did. One night while Tyson and I were running around, enjoying one of our final nights before the Test, I tripped. Odd, because I never stumble, but I fell against the fence at the part that does not work. I expected to be electrocuted, but nothing happened.
I had checked this part of the fence every night up until now. It still does not work.
My heart beats faster once more when I see the guard walk by. Possibly the only one I will ever see again.
He marches off into the distance, and once he is out of sight, I begin my ascent, shaking a little, but otherwise fine. I am worried the fence will not hold the weight of the bag and my weight, but it does, much to my surprise.
My feet hit the tall grass on the other side, and my heart pounds faster than ever before.
I am free.