Mr.+Hilmer's+Final+Project 

A Slave's Point of View

4/28/09 Dear Diary, I don't have much time to write, but I do have a lot to say. I'm very frightened. Strange, human-like people came from weird airplane-things, but they don't speak any language I'm familiar with. Their ships are something out-of-this world. They're full of new technology that hasn't even been discovered yet! I don't know where these people came from or what they want from me, but I'm the only person they took from my family. In fact, I'm the only person on this ship other than these alien people. Oh, I wish someone would help me. They keep probing me and prodding me with odd objects, and I'm kept in a sleeping-bag-like thing that has a hole so I can breathe. They took me out so I could eat dinner, and that's why I have the chance to write this. The dinner isn't even dinner! It's some gross-smelling paste, and I haven't brought myself to eat it yet. Besides, maybe I'll be at home with my mother's great cooking soon. These people must be some type of aliens, though I have to admit I didn't expect aliens to look like humans. But maybe all the want is someone to study, and then they'll let me go. Someone's coming back to check on me, and I was only allowed to brink you because they didn't check my pockets. I have to go. I'll try to write again soon!

Love, Paige

5/16/09-ish Dear Diary, Sorry it's been so long since I've last written, and that my writing is sloppy. I haven't had time, what with all that's been going on around here! Besides, I feel as though I'm already forgetting the English language. As you must have guessed, I wasn't brought back home like I'd hoped. I've been kept captive by these aliens, but they seem to have taken to me. I'm kept under better living conditions now than I was before, maybe because I was the first one they captured — oh, yes, there are more people now! I forgot to tell you! Yes, there are people that the aliens have collected from all over the world. Only a fair few of them speak English, but I haven't had time to talk to them. I've been so busy. We've arrived now, at this different planet. If Earth had this technology, we could make it there too, but we don't; not yet. Anyway, this new planet is very, very strange. It has been discovered that we humans can't go outside with this strange type of glasses. That was discovered when a few human's eyes popped out of their sockets when they stepped outside. I'm just glad I wasn't one of them. We've all been given homes, but he each have one roommate. Mine is an angry Frenchman who always mutters to himself in French, but it's better than having that crazy man next door who keeps trying to kill everyone. The aliens are making us work very, very hard. We have to clean and polish their ships, make the new ships, and learn to fly them. I actually secretly enjoy flying the ships, but I wouldn't tell anyone that. They would all hate me. Don't get me wrong, I'm terrified out of my mind, and I've been zapped with the alien's weird guns more than once, but I like flying their aircraft. I'm also starving here, but for now the Frenchman has a bunch of food in a bag he brought with him. I don't know how the others are surviving on that weird paste. It seems like when you eat it, you become brainwashed. Maybe because I tried it just that once, that's why I like flying the ships. Oh, well.

Bye for now, Paige

08/05/09-ish Dear Diary, I have to guess the dates, because they don't have calendars here, and I bet their time isn't the same as Earth time. It's never dark or light here, it's always a reddish haze... I miss my family and friends terribly! At first it was sort of like a vacation gone wrong, but now I'm feeling like a awful slave! The Frenchman and I are running out of food now, since we were eating very little. I know I //say "The Frenchman and I" but the truth is, the Frenchman was killed long ago, by the aliens. I don't even know what happened. One night, he just didn't come home. I miss him, too. I had grown to love him in a way, like an uncle. But now he's gone, and they brought new humans, so I got a new roommate. She is absolutely horrid. She's my age and speaks English, but jeez! I'm just about ready to kick her out.. Anyway, the aliens are treating me better than the others. I hardly ever get punished for things I do, and it's as if I'm their pet. One of them is quite fond of me, I think. I don't know when I'll write again, I just wish I could talk to my family!

Hope I can write soon! -Paige //