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Dead, that's what I'd be, if I didn't get out of here – fast. I was lying on my "bed", a flimsy mattress with a blanket, when I heard distinct footsteps coming toward my "home" as they liked to call it. As soon as the footsteps stopped, I wondered why and begrudgingly opened my eyes. I saw one of my caretakers, this one tall and skinny, holding a tray of food. She had platinum blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail with a green ribbon, which means today must be Thursday. She had a friendly look on her face and cheerfully called, "Max, time for breakfast." I slowly walked over to the bars and awaited my so called breakfast. Liz slid my meal of a few pieces of dry beef and some "health bars", which I considered to be the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted, through the slot in the bars along with an unexpected piece of deer. I've never gotten deer before, so today must be a special day in order for me to get such a delicious treat. I gazed at Liz in thankfulness and started eating my breakfast. I had a certain order in which I ate my meals. Shit first, then the actual meal to help get rid of the taste. I saved my treat for last so I could savor its taste for as long as possible. When I was finished eating, I went and lay down on my bed, knowing there was nothing else to do but stare at the ceiling or sleep.
Later, I heard more footsteps, this time not even bothering to lift my head; I waited for the voice of the unknown person. "Max, it's time for your exercise," Jim, another one of my caretakers called. Great, now I have to go and do that horrible exercise program. I bet they just want me to be healthy so they don't look bad. Jim unlocked my cell door and led me to the cardio station of the workout room. Once we had arrived, he commanded me to step on the treadmill and run for half an hour. I finished my exercises and returned to my cell with slightly sore muscles and adrenalin coursing through my veins.
I honestly don't even know what I did to deserve this treatment. Tomorrow, depending on my past behavior, the final decision will be made and executed the following day. I've done some rebellious things during my stay, and tomorrow's Friday, my personal Judgment Day, so there goes my life. I know Liz wants to help me stay alive, I just know it. She's the only one who seems to truly care about me in this hellhole. My ears prick up at the sound of brisk footsteps approaching my cell, telling me it's dinner time. The tray is shoved wordlessly through the slot and slides across the floor a few inches; this must be the caretaker who has always hated me. He'll definitely vote to get me killed out of spite. I need to escape. During "recess" with my fellow inmates, I'll run off and be free of this horrid place. I'm definitely going to miss Liz, but this is a life or death situation, and I choose life.
After anxiously pacing the length of my cell all night, I see Liz with her pink hair ribbon, signifying the day of the week. She looks at me with concern as I accept my breakfast and stare out the barred window with an expression of longing and cold calculation. She notices the glint in my eyes and shakes her head vigorously. "No! I'm going to make sure you live! You did nothing wrong! Don't you dare try to escape!" I had always thought she cared for me, but now my feelings have been confirmed. I took one last look out the window before dropping my head in resignation and sitting before the tray of food, earning myself a sigh of relief and promises for my freedom from Liz. I went through recess without even a step towards the fence and prayed that Liz would come through for me. That night, my mind was going in every direction, yet I still fell asleep from the exhaustion I had acquired from a day without sleep. I prepared to die, but when I woke, I saw the light shine through the open bars of my cage and knew I was going to be a free, wild tiger.