I woke up on a cold hard bed. It is the year 2050. Me and 999 other kids live in sector 10, I am number 524. I never knew my parents. Nobody here does. We have no idea why we are here yet everything has a reason. Doesn’t it? I wish I could travel places, be free and just go where the wind takes me. But I am locked up here until I become of age then god knows what will happen to me. 1 knew their parents but they got taken away from here just like 687. Nobody knows why they were taken. They just were and we just have to except it and move on.

I share a dorm with all the 520s but I have a top bunk. In the morning, we all go to class,every morning. 7 days a week. In the evenings we have to entertain ourselves then we go down for dinner at 05:00. It’s always disgusting. Revolting even but we eat it up fast: it’s our only meal a day. On Sundays we get pudding. It’s just sloppy custard really but it’s great. Sundays are my favourite. Then we go back to our dorms and read for 15 minutes then lights out at 08:00.

I wish I had a name I really do. I wish I could escape from here like 450 tried to do but that wouldn’t be clever. They came back different, weird. I wish I could find my parents.

Will I ever get to see them? Will I ever escape from here? Will I ever get a name? What would my name be? Will I ever get a true identity?

I am 524.