There is no free will. That is all I knew for most of my life. It was the first thing I've ever read and I wake up every day to read it. For as long as I can remember about my past, I've lived on this child farm with other children. It had been torturous for everyone. No one ever knew where they had come from or when they got there. We didn't even know how long we've been here. The headmaster was brutal and made us work and yell at us. I remember we were always hungry. We were served three small meals a day. Before serving the food, the headmaster would poison some of it and most of us would rather not eat. The unlucky ones who got the poisoned food, we watched their faces turn purple and they choke and die on the floor. I never dared to choose a food. I ate scraps of food from the trash. I'd also get beetles, clovers, ants, and basically anything that was somewhat edible. I never ate spiders. I kept them in a place for fun. The nights were scary. You'd hear the headmaster walking through the halls, grunting. Many of us woke up with random scars or bruises. I didn't have that many though. You could never escape. There were guard dogs that the headmaster controlled. He would say,"I control these devils and they will hunt you down and either tear you apart or make you wish you stayed here!" And no one ever dared to leave. Some of the kids would look 13 or 14 and the next day be at least twice that age. There was a rumor that we never had a past and the headmaster crafted all of us. I was one of the few kids he would tell to clean his house. Was was the boy who cleaned the bathroom. One day I cleaned there and as I scrubbed under the toilet, I saw a secret hole on the ceiling. I had a plan. Like earlier I said, I kept spiders. I was always interested in the black widows and kept them in a box. I noticed that when you group them up, they become cannibalistic. So I kept about 200 of them until they all killed each other and left 27 of the most deadly, twitchy, and jumpy ones. The night after I cleaned, I sneaked out of the farm building and went to his house. I went up the hole with the box of widows and waited. I heard the door open, a grunt, and he sat o the toilet. I opened the box and dumped the 27 deadly spiders on him. He screamed and fell onto the floor. The last thing he saw was my 7 year old face.
