Sunday, April 25, 2010

Chapter 1

Dear Journal,
as i was walking up my stairs today, ( the lift is broken.) i felt like i was being followed, as it turns out I was by none other than Big Brother, it seems like he is everywhere. I noticed that the telescreen was in an unusual position, so i decided that i would take time to write to you. there is many things swirling through my head at the moment, mainly O'Brien and the dark haired girl. I am not sure where she is from but i am curious.

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