Adeline
Two weeks had gone by in a sea of torture and famine. They gave us just enough rations to survive. I ate once every two days, feeding Sawyer my stipends so that he wouldn’t starve. He never complained. He took everything in stride, even the beatings. He was defiant, like Hazel. Every time they struck him, he laughed and called them various names he had heard them say. It filled my heart with pride as he stared up at them rebelliously. I learned that if I goaded them, they would turn their anger and frustration on me instead of him. On the fourteenth day of our entrapment, Hazel’s mother came barreling through the camp towards Cassandra, who was leaning against a tree eating an apple.
“We need to leave this place now.” She said hurriedly.
“Why? I like it here, and we already go
