Part one Chapter one

BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU. That is all I see. And the telescreen is watching me now, so i keep my back to it. I look down at the disgusting sight of London, and I question if this is the London I have always known. I hate this place, but I always keep a optimistic grin just in case they are monitoring me. The only thing I can look forward to now is the numbing of this Victory Gin. I think back to this morning, seeing the dark haired hair girl, it fills me with terror, she might as well be part of the thought police. During the Two Minutes of Hate this morning, I caught O'Brien's glance and I felt connected with him. It felt like we both loathed the party, but in a split second- he focused back on the video and continued his hate for Goldstein. DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER. I am panicked but I don't care what they'll do with me as long as Big Brother falls. KNOCK, KNOCK. uh, oh someone is at the door.