Cris

He drank his water, and rolled his eyes as Blake, his best friend, watched his every move. Blake was more of a fan, then a friend. BUt so was evryone. He ate his bread, and watched evrybody else finish theirs. They went to sleep crowded around him. It was chilly that night and he couldn't fall asleep. He waited until every body fell asleep. Then he creeped past every one. The land was a wasteland that went on forever. He had tried going out once, but it just looked the same. He sighed. He had a hundred people who all were wanting to be his best friend. He had food. Very little, but it was there. Why did he need anything else? He was loved, norished, and alive. He looked at the blank landscape. Every thing was normal. But... There was a small peice of.. something.. floating arond. Finally, something! He ran after it, and grabbed it. Cris clutched it, almost afraid. But his need for somethingnew won. He unfolded the paper. It began,

"Today I ask for one thing only. To leave. It didn't happen. Why? But I must trust Them. They are good. They are nice. My tris (tears, the recordings were messed up, so she heard tris.) fall down my facke (face) when it no happens. I tried to watch T.V, but it taunted me all much. Goodnight. To... Is there relly anione? ( sp intentional) The sun is come down."

He puzzled over it. No one had this material. That must mean there was someone else out there. He practically wanted to scream. He ran back over to Blake. He started to shake Blake up, but he stopped. His hand fell to his side. No one was intrested about were the food came from, what was out there. He tucked the sheet into his shirt and fell asleep, waiting for another rutione day. The sun would rise at the exact same time. They would wake at the exact same time, eat, everything. But with that small peice of paper he held, a new meaning would come to life.