I wake up with Margaret kicking me in the bruise once again! "ow!" I scream rolling over, "761757, why are you sitting on the floor," Margaret said glaring down at me. she walked closer to me picking me up then placing me on the bed. I begin kicking my legs screaming "don't touch me" she grabs my hands pinning me to my bed. "hold still you brat" Margaret screams as she pulls up my shirt revealing my bruise, "looks like I broke it" she muttered while poking my rid. "get off, get off" I scream kicking my feet, as soon as she lets go I shuffle back as she walks towards the door, "your aloud to leave your room tomorrow," she mutters slamming the door. I slump down holding my side and sleep the rest of the day away. today's the day, I'm finally not on lock down my side still hurts "I have around seven weeks and three days to get to the west wing ." from what I know the rooms in the west wing are ranked by crime. if I miss another meal ill only be placed in rooms 25 or lower. but I need to figure out if Sonnar was talking about the x-medical wing or west wing. if she was talking about here then it doesn't matter what room I'm in at the west wing. but if she was talking about the west wing then I need to do a crime that gets me placed between rooms 100 to 150, which would be giving someone a name, stealing caretaker property or death of another person.  which I already did, but if I ask Margaret to check my room she probably won't take me seriously and probably won't do it, so I would need to start a rumour in order to make them check my room, after a few more minutes formulating my plan. I realize its all dependent on if room 107 is here or in the west wing, I began to walk down the hallway staring at all the room numbers. I get to the last room on the right with the numbers 106 engraved into the metal door, "of course" I scream "why can't get a break!" I begin pounding on the door till my knuckles start bleeding. I turn away and begin to walk down the hallway when I hear the door start to slide open, I turn around seeing a little boy. he looks like Ava, he has strawberry blond hair, face full of freckles and eyes as dark as a oak tree, the only thing different about him and ava is that he has no left arm. he's not much taller then my hips, I lean down meeting the boy face to face "hello, i'm Alex, what's your name?" I ask, the boy look me starring deep in my eyes, "i'm 812394" I smile patting his head "how would you like a name?"