Letter 4
Hi Bianca,
Okay, I guess I lied. So sue me.
I really had no intention of lying, I honestly thought I wouldn’t be writing. What was the point, when nobody’d ever read it? Certainly not you, certainly not Mr. North. And I’m certainly not going to share these writings with any of the other kids. I was depressed as hell, and I was sure we’d all die soon anyway.
But today is Day 4—informally we’ve all been calling last Saturday, when we left home and the ship took off, as Day 1, and that’s the closest we’ve come so far to an official calendar. The ship’s still going, but we don’t know where. I’m no closer to dying than I was that first day, and life is going on monotonously, if you can use such a word to describe this weird situation. And I need to do something to keep my sanity, s
