Ms. Panny suggested I start a journal as a writing project for school. I'm not super thrilled about it. What kind of things do people write about anymore? It seems archaic.
The lockdown of the Kingdom of Eden and the fact that I seem to be locked out of all of the "fun" areas of the station anymore is really starting to get boring. One can only ride the roller coaster so many times.
E, G, and I have been playing hide and seek but either the station is running out of good hiding places or our telepathic bonds are becoming such that we just know where each of us are without thinking about it. There must be a way to leverage this new skill to escape the ever watchful eye of Inghred-- I will keep working on that.
I turned 11 and a half a few days ago and Inghred was the only one who noticed; she made the usual three-layer chocolate creme birthday cake (my favorite). Father didn't even bother calling, but then I really can't be surprised. When he's away, we never hear from him. I wish he would take me with him. Any escape from the monotony of this place would be welcome.
Until next time,
Ambrosia
