As education was appearing in the mist once again, it seemed inevitable to avoid it. Finally the worst had come true; school has started. All was well and then suddenly my life began to decay. School was a long stretch of time occupied by attaining knowledge and correcting your mistakes. The building I was sent to was rectangular; it had straight walls as high as the clouds, so no one could escape over the walls. The warden had guards set at the towers focusing on the exits for anyone who had slipped out of there cells. The guards had eyes of eagles, seeing even a fly maneuver around the electric fence. I was in cell block D when I decided enough was enough, I noticed that the guard in the room was assisting a convict with a math problem. I lurked around the room until I saw an opportunity to flee. I ran out of the cell only to find the corridor filled with patrols. I managed to find a closet space to dispose my convict uniform, only to find a collared shirt and pants to wear. I acquired the suit and walked out the back door. I had finally done it, I had escaped the vault. I awoke the very next day dazed and confused, I realized I was back in the institution. But this time it was different, there were no usual patrols and no guards in the watchtowers. I walked towards the first noise I heard, the noise became deafening when I approached it. I entered a vast cell with inmates cheering with passion. Then suddenly it was quite, and I heard “Tim Crowley” I approached the voice to see what it could be, it was the warden of the prison, but to me surprise, he handed me a piece of paper and shook my hand. I was stunned no lectures, or discipline. On the piece of paper it stated that I was finally to be released and set into society. I had a small smirk on my face, figuring out that the guards had made a mistake; I was sentenced to 14 years in this compound, only to find that I was released in 12.
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