Page 11 (1/2)

The fluorescent lights above ry bones They gave off a hu around ot worse as I flipped the clipboard over

It wasn’t my medical history

It wasn’t my current injuries, or lack thereof

It wasn’t bie’s questions

It was a note, and it read: Neas testing for undetected Ys, Os, Rs Your bad reaction means that they know you aren’t G Unless you do exactly as I say, they will kill you to I had to set the clipboard down in et you out Take the two pills under this note before bed, but don’t let the PSFs see you If you don’t, will keep your secret, but I can’t protect you while you’re in here Destroy this

It was signed, A friend, if you’d like

I read the note one more time before I ripped it out from under the metal clip and shoved it in my mouth It tasted like the bread they served us for lunch

The pills were in a tiny clear bag clipped on top of bie’s disainst the ground and lost consciousness Nose was fractured when Subject 3286 elbowed her Possible concussion

My eyes were itching to look up, to peer into the black eye of the camera, but I didn’t let myself I took the pills and shoved them into the standard-issue sports bra the camp controllers had bestowed on us when they realized fifteen hundred teenage girls weren’t going to stay twelve and flat forever I didn’t knohat I was doing; I really didn’t My heart was racing so fast that for a bie done this to me? She kneasn’t Green, but she had covered it up, lied on the report--was this just a trick? To see if I would incriminate myself?

I pressed ainst my skin

…they will kill you tomorrow

Why did they even bother to wait? Why not take me out to the buses and shoot me now? Isn’t that what they did with the others? The Yellows, Oranges, and Reds? They killed theerous