Dear diary

Dear Diary,

No one knows what really happened. The conspirators argue what caused things that went wrong in the year 2050. Some say it was the chem trails in the sky or the vaccines that they mass produced during the covid era. The most possible one I heard was the genetically modified food that the government ordered to produce for the increase of population. When the population rose the government installed the rules for the new generation. My generation now suffers under this government ruling. We can only have one child per family and food rations are given out accordingly from our family statues. This is for stopping the rise of population, but the only problem is that everyone around me is dying from unknown causes. It's been happening for months now. Not only is the mass population declining at a disproportionate rate, but I think that the government is behind this. I need to know more to find the truth. They say that we need to put our trust in the big government, because they know more than us and we must trust the government at all costs.

Talk to you later diary. 08/30/2079

Dear diary,

It's been a while. Things have changed since the last time I wrote. The government added rules and President Rosen put us on another lockdown in my sector. People are getting sick again. I looked outside my window yesterday and saw my neighbor Susan collapsed and unmarked cars showed up. Government workers in suits came and took her away to the testing facilities a few miles away. For what is the question. I intend to find out soon. I have a plan to sneak out to see what experiments they are performing on these casualties. I presume dissecting them to see if the sickness is the cause of our problem. I plan to sneak out my window after the mandatory lights out and start my trek to the facility down in Lavaine. I’m going to pack a snack bar, flashlight, and a fake government ID. I had to order it off the black market and hope it works. I need to find a suit that matches theirs and put my long hair into a bun to give myself a good cover. If I’m found out I get capital punishment: death. Wish me luck dairy.

Talk to you soon. 09/08/2079

Dear diary,

I’m still alive! Lavaine facility had a lot of guards and I couldn’t get too close. I had to climb up a tree to see through one of the windows. What I saw was hard to describe, but from what I could see was against the old world law. Before 2050 the United states had something called a constitution of rights or something like that. An old document that was stashed in my Grandma’s house had the first ten amendments on it. I asked her what the document was and she responded, “Way back when our founding father created those rules. They wanted us to follow them, so they couldn’t take away our freedom.” I was confused. I thought we were free. Our government had our best interests, but that was before they stole my Grandma from her home to execute her for having contraband. We are not free in this life and I’m determined to find out what our government is planning.

Talk to you soon. 09/09/2079

Dear diary,

It's been a while but it's the most important update I can ever write down. It took months to finally breach into the Lavaine facility. The first time I couldn’t get through, because of the guards that were questioning me why I was in their jurisdiction. Since there were no government workers on site during that time. So I came up with a new plan to go during the day. It was trickier than the last because of the lockdowns. There was a rumor that the workers would come to our sectors to deliver our new shipment of food and other supplies. My parents don’t know that I plan to sneak out dressed as a government worker to sneak into the shipment. This should be easy because our sector is so large and hard to keep track of people. As I write to you I’m sitting in a bush waiting for the shipment to arrive. Awaiting my destiny to happen with a few more minutes for the trucks to arrive to see what our beloved government is doing to us. I hear the trucks I must go. I hope I get to see my family again.

Wish me luck diary, talk to you soon. 01/02/2080

“Honey, where are you?” I hear down the stairs. I responded, “Up here, Mom.” The creaking of stairs draws my attention away from the dairy that I discovered. It was covered in dust in the bottom of books from the moving boxes. I wonder who this is. A knocking on the door snaps me out of my mind as I turn my head to the noise.

“What are you reading dear?” The soft voice of my mother reaches me. Does she know who wrote this? I must ask to find this answer, but I’m nervous because this isn’t my box of books, it's hers.

“A diary I found in the bottom of this box. Who is it?” My nervous reply comes. She stares at the diary with this look that is hard to decipher and a blank stare. She must know something to get that response. She opens her mouth multiple times trying to respond and then finally does.

“It's your great Grandmother. You were supposed to get it on your sixteenth birthday along with this heart shaped locket. It's been passed down for generations.” I don’t see the problem because my birthday is next month. Why did she respond like it is a big deal if I’m supposed to have it by then. She goes on.

“It’s a life changing diary and a hard pill to swallow. How it was back then destroyed the world and if it wasn’t for her we would have to keep living that life. Come down after finishing it so I can explain in further detail. She wasn’t the best writer.” Even with the small explanation she gave a small giggle and left the room. With only one question in mind I go back to reading. What happened to my great Grandma generation that was so life changing.

Dear diary,

My fake ID worked. I’m in the compound of the main state. It is in the innermost sector, but I haven't found a facility like Lavaine. I guess they keep those in the outer sectors. There was one thing I did find. In the compound there were a lot of different types of lab with different letters and numbers attached to the doors. Glass windows allowing scientists to observe in the hallways. These corresponded with different sectors and within them looked to be growing cash crops. Could they be making the food definitely to cause people to fall ill? I am trying to sneak in as I write. I’m stalling in the bathroom, figuring out how to get in the laboratory. I’ll let you know diary.

Talk to you soon. 02/10/2080

Dear diary,

I am currently in the compound sleep quarters. No one is around. I snuck into the lab when someone else opened the door. The data I have found was crucial to my discovery of what they are doing to the people. The government is planning to kill the majority of people in the lower sectors by poisoning the crops. They are modifying the food so people can’t digest it and unfortunately die from constipation. Since the outer sectors have very poor medical centers they refuse to see these types of patients. The doctors tell their patients to eat more fiber, but these fibers are what are killing my people. Now the next step is to find the solution. I need to find a way to stop this from happening.

Talk to you soon. 02/12/2080

Dear diary,

I have a plan to bring the government down. I think they are onto me. I can’t execute the plan that I intended to. I have to leave. I need to warn the people of the government's wrongdoing. I have to hide this journal so they don’t have evidence that I know what they are doing. This will be my last entry. It was a good run, but this can’t be found until the people are safe. Until then goodbye.

Last entry. 04/13/2080

What was the plan? I question while slowly closing the diary and sitting down on the coffee table in front of me. I knew there was a war back in 2081. Was my Grandma the reason for that? The school never really went over what happened during that time, just that the people overthrew the government. I walk down the stairs pondering: why did the government want to do this to our nation? I peered into the living room that held my mother sitting in the green chair by the window. She is gazing out into the woods, I cough to get her attention.

“I’m finished.” The only words that I can sputter out, confused as to why Grandma would do this. I need an explanation or I might explode.

“What did you think?” She questioned. I just shrugged my shoulders not knowing what to think. She finally starts to explain the tale.

“The government created sectors from the poor and rich. They wanted to take out the poor ‘sectors’ because they thought they were a burden to society. So killing off uneducated and poverty areas would go unnoticed, because of the poor medical system. But your great Grandma noticed. She was an intelligent woman for not having any schooling. She was curious and couldn’t watch her neighbors perish so she had to investigate.” She stares into my eyes while she states this while handing me the heart locket. As it is put into my hand I look down at it wondering how she could have run the revolution.

“She snuck in many different compounds to find the real reason for collapsing. She found out that they were performing experiments on the victims. The victims were tied down at their wrists and ankles on metal tables. They would feed them medicines that cause internal bleeding to see how long that they could last. It was barbic. After finding the truth she gathered the masses and formed a band of patriots to take back their world.” She pauses to take deep breaths and to collect her thoughts. I look back down at the locket seeing the dull golden color reflecting the lights above us. The sun is setting causing shadows to appear on my mothers face. She opens her mouth to continue after some time has passed.

“After the fierce ten year war was done she resented the amendments and the old government. They elected her as president and served two four year terms going down as the greatest presidents in modern history. She was given the locket after her second term by her husband to congratulate her on her success. Now it is passed down to remind us to stand up to tyranny. Now you need to pledge to keep up the tradition.”

I stare into her eyes nodding my head as I say the pledge: I will fight for freedom. I walk back upstairs going to bed thinking about how I am related to the great President Lenderson.