Jok's Tunnel Ch3

Chapter three
I was in the holding cell with Jok now, he looked very disgruntled. “What did I tell you!?” he whispered.
“I know, I know, I never should have been here.”
“BUT you were.”
“So… that can’t be helped now.”
“Well maybe you could have listened to your gut.”
“I’m not like you; I can’t tell when something is going to go wrong.” I said angrily. Jok cursed quietly. “Tell me what’s really going on, because I can see that its not just that the old military general of war is now ruler.”
“I can’t tell you right now.”
“And why not?!” I replied.
“Just because the guard might hear.”
“Well he’s not here right now.”
“So, do you think that means that they aren’t coming down the hall right now?!”
“You never know.”
“Well I do because I can feel that something is going to happen.”
“You just think that just because….” Just then a guard walked in to the room. Oh, I said softly.
“You two, come with me.” Just as I was about to protest Jok put a hand over my mouth and pulled me along. As soon as we were left alone in a room, I whispered to Jok.
“Can’t we escape?”
“No, even I don’t know these twisted halls.” I started to cry. I really wanted to go home. I missed my parents, my dog, and even my little sister too. All my friends at school never knew why I wasn’t there on the weekends sometimes. Well all but Amy. Amy was my best friend, I told her everything. I wrote journals that she kept for me. Unlike everyone else, if they heard they wouldn’t believe me. But Amy did, and does. So every time I went down here, I brought paper and a pencil. I would write everything down as it happened. The paper and pencil! I could feel them in the pocket of my faded blue jeans. I started to write everything down….

I had just finished writing when a guard came in to give us broth. It looked really good, steaming hot and smelled like turkey. When I tried it, it tasted like dirt. The guard left, but I really needed something from home.
"Hey, Jok?"
"Yeah, what."
"Need something from home."
"Well, WE CAN'T GET OUT!"
"Yes we can, just lift me up." It was true that the cell's had easy lift celings. So Jok lifted me up, and POW! I punched out the celing. I had no time to nurse my swelling fist, so I jumped out. If I didn't make it in time, the guards would catch me, and that would be worse for Jok and me. I ran through the winding tunnels and ran past the guard at the entrance even though he had a wepon. I got to the surface and....