Imagine this: living in a world where you are controlled what to think.
Imagine this: that as soon as you are born you are paired with one of the governments people who supplies you with emotions and hormones. You could be happy one moment, and suicidal the next.
Imagine this: The only thing you can do yourself is speech, in which you control
Imagine that:

Georgina lives in this world, she has been controlled her whole life; her life all planned out for her. The government- the Keyrolls, realize that they have complete control over human life, and it is no surprise that they're up to something. In a world with no control, Georgina and her team must find a way to take down the keyrolls, and save humankind for the second time.


8. Where am I?

I wake up with a massive pain in my head. I try to get up but fail miserably, as I realise I am attached to a number of flashing wires all connected to a small machine to the left of me. I scan around the moonlit room, just making out some beds opposite me, all of them occupied. Every bed seemed to have that machine next to the person, with bright green  (must be glow in the dark) flashing wires attached to the occupant  I try once more to get up, and I do. I can see much more now. As I scan the room I see someone sitting up, I can just see his features because of the amber glow of the nightlight attached to his bed. "Hey" he whispered, "hey" I reply thanking to god I have someone my age or so to talk to. "where am I?" I blurt out, the fact of me being in a new environment with people sleeping opposite me that I don't know is eating me alive. "a hospital" the boy replied with a shrug. I sigh, that's not much use. "where?" I say, exasperated. "How am I supposed to know. I'm in the same situation aren't I? How am I supposed to bloody know where the hell we are?" he says, anger in his voice. I whistle under my breath. Someone's moody. I scowl annoyed with the boys attitude. Ever since I got on the train last night, (or I think it was last night, everything was such a blur. I can remember  me getting on the train and some awful people and that's it) I've had an icy reception. If these are the attitudes of the school pupils I am not going to enjoy it here.  Our conversation quickly went dry, as the boy went back to sleep.

I lie back down looking at the chipped ceiling for what seemed like an eternity. Enough's enough. I sit up again  and throw back the duvet and put my feet on the floor. I'm still wearing the clothes from the train journey. Crumpled muddy jeans and top. I put my bare feet on the cold floor, and was about to step off the bed when the stupid wires restricted me. I pull them easily out of my arms and legs, I'm free! I walk down the little corridor, and opened the door. I look back, seeing 4 other people in bed. I walk out the door into a brightly lit white corridor. I look up, and see a sign above the door. West Wing E. 5 occupants. In big green writing. I promise myself I must remember this, just in case I needed to flee back here. I decide to turn a right to Wing F. The corridor looked the same as E, but with loads of doors, with big slabs of frosted glass in them. I couldn't see the faintest figure through the door glass named W42 even though i hear faint voices.I decide not to enter that room, as I don't know who could be in there. I decide my best option is to find either a phone or a reception of some sort , I carry on going down the corridor, and took a left, and to my faintest surprise I was in yet another white corridor  I looked up at all the names, when one took my eye. Records room. I opened the door to my surprise that it wasn't locked, and quietly peered inside. Coast's clear I told myself, as I switched on some lights. The room was quite small, with a desk at one end, and a big round table in the middle., The walls where filled with book shelves  packed full of  leather books. This looks more like a library than a records room. I sat on one of the chairs and decided what to do next. I looked at the clock on the wall. Half two in the morning, Jeez. I saw a book on the table, closed with this years date. Curiosity took over, and I opened it, to the last butter yellow page.


Felix Greenwood: age 21:     Time collected: 1:05 am Time of death: 1:20am KN: 0956478

Daniel Cook: age 18:            Time collected: 9:00 pm time of death: 9:20 pm    KN:0946363

Peter Black age 17:               Time collected: 12:00am  time of death: 12:15am KN:0946284

Gorgina Webder  age 15:      Time collected: 1:30 am time of death: 1:45am KN0988735

Emily Shirlinka age 12 :        Time collected: 2:00am time of death: 2:12am KN0928364

Time of death! what the? I felt like I wanted to pass out, scream and cry all at the same time. This situation has got so much more confusing.  First I am kidnapped, sent to a so- called 'hospital' and now I'm dead?! Before I could scream, I heard light footsteps coming down the corridor. Oh god. I looked around frantically trying to find an exit, the only one was they way I came in; I switched off the light and hid behind the desk. I keeled hoping my bright clothing didn't give me away, I waited as I heard the footsteps become louder, I just keeled there in the darkness. Listening to my heavy breathing. clock ticking. And the footsteps getting louder with every terrifying second...

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