Valerie started writing in her diary after her return from the 1903 Prison World.


Dear diary-- I'm in hell. It's hard to imagine a place worse than where I've come from, but by some spectacular miracle, I found it. In the weeks since I've arrived, three things are clear: the food is literally made of poison, the air smells like a plague, and everyone wants to know what everyone else is doing. I don't fit in here, nor do I want to. This is not the world I imagined. As I was saying... complete and utter hell. Not that my family's making it any easier. Lily's sequestered us away in some musty abandoned house. Stoic Beau; Nora the brat; the devious, mental Mary Louise; and Malcolm, Lily's pet-- The brown-noser. (Day One of Twenty-Two Thousand, Give or Take)


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