My back is hurting. Thankfully, I don't have to walk much. When I do go to the bathroom, I just chalk up my awkward gait to the fact that I'm not used to walking on a plane. Hopefully, no one calls me on it and tells me I can't go to Queensland if I'm not fit to join the army.
I'm almost to the end of this little journal. I still have the one Jess gave me, thank goodness. Guess she did one thing right.
I feel like I should do something a little ceremonious for the last entry. Maybe I'll try to think of a good story from my past--anything would be better than ending with a boring description of my flight.
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The Imperfect's Journal: 1General Fiction
This is the journal of Darren Stratt, an "imperfect" who is being hunted in America due to a new law which has stripped disadvantaged individuals--now called "imperfects"--of their rights. In Darren's journal, he documents the horrors of a world run...