Journal Entry 2

My parents decided that they wanted to join up with a few families and start a school system for me and my brother and all the other kids whose parents wanted to send them. My brother likes school, but I know I'm not smart and I don't like school. All we ever do is write stories and figure out stuff with numbers and some other work I don't understand. Today one of the kids ran out of the classroom and when we had to go look for her, no one could find her. I understood her, though. I think one day I'm going to run away too even though I wouldn't get very far because my parents have control over me and they would come find me and take me home. So I haven't yet. Instead, I went to school this morning and listened to some story about explorers and wrote a long paper about it (just because that's what the teacher wanted and if I didn't, something 'terrible' would happen to me). She only lerys us have one break-for lunch-because she wants ust o learn and work all the time. Then we do that work with numbers, called Math, I think. It's really hard and when we do it orally, I get my answers wrong and the kids laugh at me and the teacher gets mad, but at least I get to go home right after that class. I guess it's my own choice, though, because I could study harder if I wanted to. And if I really wanted to, I could leave my home for forever, till my parents found me, and be on my own.