Isolated, a story by Arianna ^day eight, finally!^

Okay, here we go...

Dear Diary,
I guess that you could say that today was a good day. It wasn't good per say – I haven't even got any milk left to drink, never mind food – but I think I have an idea for what I'm going to do.
No one came, and so I spent the whole day trying to find out what I could do to the cameras. In my pencil case I've got a pencil, a pen, 3 markers, a ruler, and some glue. That's not going to help me much, because none will hurt the indestructible cameras, of course.
I also pretended to do some work, but I didn't. I don't know if it was a good, idea. I drew, instead. A drawing of outside, at least, what I imagine outside to be. I've set myself a goal, now. I need to get out. And if I have to risk my life for it – and I know starving to death isn't pleasant – I guess I'll do it, because anything has to be better than this. Anything.
I'm really hungry and I want to be able to run around. I tried getting out, just a premature attempt, by standing on my desk and attempting to open the door – no surprise, it didn't work. I cried.
I don't know why. I guess I was just too hopeful, but it's not something I can explain. Like, I expected the people to be compassionate enough to at least let me out for a little but.
But no. To them, I'm just a scientific experiment. If they don't keep me in here, their experiment won't work. That must be the most important thing to them, not the fact that I'm a human who should have a life, too.
I've got a detailed timetable for tomorrow, but I don't know if I'll be strong enough to do it if I don't get any food. I'll cross my fingers that they'll bring me anything – even some water.
Bye,
Anita

Yay!!

Those people keeping her locked up are nasty.

I agree with Shadow. ^^^