dogsrule100
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Chapter 4:Week 5 5 Weeks of absolute torture....5 weeks being told what to eat, how much to eat, and how to eat. 5 Weeks of being told what elevator to use, what staircase to use, and what hall to walk through. Its over though...I can go home and eat food I like, how much I want, and I can eat the eat the way I want to. There are about 80 different family's here, and only 2 vans. They are moving us 10 family's at a time, 5 per van. We are family #32 and we are going to have to wait for about 2.5 hours. Its going to feel like forever. We hear number 32 over the speakers... our turn finally, I feel bad for #80. My and my family climb into or van and sit on the bench. My heart races with anticipation, and excitement. I say "Hi" to the Others in the van. Most of them Ignore me, and a few smile. We were the last out. I opened up The van doors, and I Abhorrent, Repulsive, and Disgusting smell erupted into my face. I looked down and saw something that made me want to... Scream? Cry? Puke? I saw a Rotting body. I knew her...it.... It's name was Alice. It was my Friend. I allowed a single tear to roll down my cheek. I stared into the un-blinking, cold, Decayed shell that was once a person. My mom pulled my inside. Before was all the way in I took one last glimpse. I saw its fingers twitch...no, that was purely my imagination. Right? Of course dead bodys cant move. I turned and sat on the couch. I had no idea what to do next. I just sat, and hoped that things would get better. Is it worth it though? Life seems pointless, unfair, and evil. Can I go on?
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