Personal Narrative: The Man In Black

I remembered what the man in black told me about the shot he had given me in the back of my head. He gave me a shot to prevent me from using my strength, I figured that if I removed it I could learn how to use my strengths. I used my hands to feel where he injected the small micro chip. Once, I found it, I pulled it out and blood immediately began to drip. I rubbed the blood away and put the microchip down the air shaft that I sat on.

After an hour or two, the men in black began to guide the boys outside to a large black truck with a death sign on it.

A man in black with a silver gas mask came towards me a picked me up off of the ground.

“Let me go! I’ll kill all of you,” I screamed. I decided I wouldn’t fight them, I knew I had to save

You will unpack whatever is in your bag and you will report to the center of the camp when you’re alerted.” He put a black and white striped uniform on my bed, then left.

I remembered what Henry said, “We should stick together.” Well, he got what he wanted.

I looked at the wooden clock attached to the tent. Thirty minutes had passed. The guard returned with Henry, handing the same uniform as me and telling him the same instructions. The man left, leaving a stench much like how a dead animal smells. I slowly wandered over to Henry and said, “Do you remember when one of the men and black gave implanted a microchip in the back of my head to prevent me from using my strength?

“Yeah...why?” he asked.

“I removed it, and I think it can give us, everyone a better chance of escaping this camp,” I told him.

He stared at me and pulled something out of his pants, which appeared to be light brown paper and a small wood pencil.

“Look, when I was being observed in that room, I overheard the guards talking about your powers,” he said hesitantly.

“Powers?” I asked sarcastically?

“Yes, you have strong strength, a power solving mind, and you can read people 's minds,” he told