Chapter 1: 1984

I woke up today and noticed the teloscreen was stareing at me. I peered into it, but for only a second because I did not want it to see my face. As I walked towards the teloscreen clouds of gritty dust plumed out from under my feet. Through out the day I had to watch out for the Thought Police. I did not want to be heard or seen. The only way to gain my personal freedom is to write this journal. This "Utopia" has me locked down. I just need to break free.