Journal entry #1
November 12, 4325 4:32 A.M.
I woke with a jerk, the thoughts in my head were just too much to handle and woke me up. What was I going to do?
I was going to be eighteen in a week, turning eighteen was always scary for people. That's when you are taken to the dome and given the choice, remember or forget. I was never actually sure what I wanted to choose. If you choose to forget, you can forget anything you want at anytime, and you go to live in vivo, but, if you choose remember, you can remember anything at anytime even from childhood, and you get to go live in Beince.
The thought clouded my mind, how was I going to choose, and how would my choice affect me? Before you we able to choose as a kid, you were able to do both. I sometimes like to go through old memories of myself as a kid, running around to backyard playing with my friend willy. And sometimes, I'll go through my old memories and forget times when i was bullied or picked on in school.
I started to keep a journal right by my bed so if I wake up in the night I can have something to do until i go to sleep. This is my first entry, I hope it's long enough.
YOU ARE READING
Love, Hope, and Memory
ActionAs children they were just like us, but when they turn eighteen, they have a choice. To forget, or remember.