"She never did like me," I mutter, her last words rush around in my head, "west wing". I rolled around my bed squeezing my pillow close to my chest, the west wing is basicly a jail here in westfeild. No one wanted to go it's like the ultiment punishment. If you get put in the west wing You'll never become part of S.D.A  no matter how strong your ability may be, which means never leaving this awful place. The rumors about the west wing are even worse, like the fact that there are three kids a bed, with rats all over the floor. And thats if you're lucky some kids are stuck in test tubes like human science experiments and once you're there your never coming back its like a death sentence.  I look at the floor and try to stand, but my leg gives out and I full to the floor. with a quick sigh, I reach under my bed and pull out a small tin box with a green trim covered in yellow beads arranged in an interesting pattern. hearing a faint chirp, I slide open the box. where a small white head pops out, "sky!" I laugh. sky has cutes little blue nostrils, little black strips from his forehead down to his wings and blue light wings. he may be the only parakeet I've seen but he sure is the cutes. he starts to fly laps around the room as I pull out two books and an all most empty ballpoint pen. I rudded my finger other the title of the two books, "learning how to read and write the English language," and "dictionary of the English language." sky flys over landing on my head properly to rest after his seven laps, as I crack open a book. My mind thinks back to the west wing and the facts that being able to read or write is strictly forbidden here and if anyone learned I stole the from the holding room I would be sent to the west wing in a heartbeat. the megaphone buzzes, "mess hall is now open." "Well," I shrug placing sky back in the box "I'm not going to the west wing today."