005 . . . Day 17 . . . TUESDAY
Something's not right. I can feel it. Nobody's talking to me, and Ms. Hill hasn't been here today. I found my drawing under my food-tray with breakfast, so I will keep it in the journal for now. I still think it looks nice though - everyone's so happy.. Although I remember now that they didn't used to be. Some of them smiled, but most of them didn't. I wonder if I were one of the smilers.. or not?
