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Dear Fitzy,

Today I’ve been gone 128 days.

Yesterday, they let Sarah actually stay in the infirmary because when I found her in our room, she was throwing up and her vomit was green.

Today I gave myself an awful paper cut in “class” so I could go check on her.

She was gone.

I’m not angry. I’m relieved. I guess her being sick this entire time was a silver lining. Now she’s free. I’m sure the first thing she’ll do is visit Midnight and give him a good brushing before saddling him up. I’m sad I’m without her, don’t get me wrong. But I’m so happy she gets to have that sooner rather than later. I hope the two of them jump over the fence of the paddock and she rides away from the family that did this to her.

But this means the rebellion is over before it started. I can’t lead it myself.

Maybe someone will come for me. But I know they won’t. Because, by my calculations, the election is over. I bet my dad lost. I hope he did. I hope that karma came for him and my mom. And if it didn’t, one day, I will. That day will come when I turn 18 and they can’t keep me in here anymore.

But first, I’ll find Sarah.

And then, if I’m brave enough, I’ll send these scrappy letters to you.

Rebels Only.

Parker