"I was frustrated. I threw a knife at the wall."
My tired and achy body feels numb beneath me. The gentle gliding motion of the train rocks me back and forth like the ocean carrying its waves to the shore. Except waves aren't being carried towards what will most likely be their deaths.
Jay, Tabbie, and Maggie, my mentor-everybody calls her Mags-, all ate in the dining lều, cabin ages ago, but I requested bữa tối, bữa ăn tối alone in my room. I need time to think and plan strategy. My bữa tối, bữa ăn tối lies cold and untouched on hàng đầu, đầu trang of my dresser, the only other piece of furniture in my dismal little train lều, cabin besides my bed. I only have about seven days to prepare...
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