Pondering the future

The people in the Housing Authority have been awful tight lately with the morning roll call and bed checks at night. They've been saying it has to do with people from Outside coming in and either moving in for the free food and a roof, or taking away our citizens to work as slaves on the Outside. I've heard it both ways, but nobody seems to agree enough to be real solid. I need to find some tires for my bike, and I was thinking about riding out to the Perimeter to see the Fence. I went there once with a class group, and we got to meet the soldiers at a tower, and got a glimpse of what was out there. Looked like a lot of nothing to me, but there was one squatter camp not far away. They looked pretty miserable in there, too. Then they gave us cookies and loaded us back on the wagon to head back to the schoolhouse. It sure beat a normal school day, I'll say that.

Starting out

(Only time I'm going to mention this: it's blog fiction) So, I don't know where to start. Just got this computer running and have to keep my time on it short, as if I'm caught with it, I'll sure be sent off to a work crew. I never knew anyone sent up there to ever return, either. I have so much going on in my head and I just have to put it down. Curse my big sister for making sure I spell a hell of a lot better than anyone else in my class. Grammar, too. She says I'm not perfect, but she's glad she can understand what I write anyway. Also, if or when I'm picked up by WPA goons, there's a chance they'll put me to doing something clerical if they know I don't write or talk like the average City school grad. I don't know about that. Most of the desk warmers I've met aren't really all that sharp. But, back to this. I found an old laptop computer that had been tossed by one of our dorm admins, but I suspect she claimed it was worse off than it really was, so she'd get a new one. I snatched it out of the bin and learned what I could about it. I don't know much yet, but I'm getting there. I was able to do the same with my bicycle, and it's a lot harder to hide. I'm keeping this journal on a little card, so if anyone finds this computer they won't have my thoughts. I'm wondering whether there's a way to scramble this so only I can read it, but that's for the future. Also, if I seem a little flighty and wayward with my thoughts, Lisa tells me that it's a sign of me being really smart or something. I don't feel real smart, but I did like it when she said that. In the meantime, I'm keeping a few chits in my pocket, running errands and parcels for City employees and others. That way I can get some better food than what we're served in the EBT cafe.