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    Jason

    Summary: This is a fictional story. It is a work in progress and I hope
    u all enjoy it, and get the feeling that you were Jason the character
    in this book.

    Chapter 1:

    I stared up at the building that would be the education center that I
    would spend the next years of my life in. I looked at it more as the
    jail that I would be in. I knew my mother was thinking of taking me to
    boot camp, so I wasn’t complaining. I would rather be at this boarding
    school then at boot camp. It was starting to get dark now, as the sun
    had set a while ago. I lugged my three bags of luggage with me as I
    began to enter the school. My mother in front of me opened the door to
    the “jail-looking skyscraper building.” I entered followed by my
    mother. “Wow” I thought to myself, “even the receptionist desk looks as
    if we were in jail. My mother right away went up to the receptionist
    and told her that she was signing in her son “Jason.” I took my luggage
    and went to sit down at one of the seats in the corner. I looked around
    and saw that everything was grey and white, and even the white walls
    were so dirty that they seemed to be grey. I sat on the cold seat
    thinking about how I would rather be here then at home with my mom. She
    was always nagging and yelling at me about how I’m always getting in
    trouble at school and how I never do anything around the house and how
    she cant stand it when I’m just lying around and watching T.V. Now she
    took me out of my school and enrolled me in this stupid school. It
    supposed to be some kind of correctional institute. To the right there
    was a grey door. I assumed it was the only way into the education
    facility. “Jason!” my mother yelled from the receptionist desk. Come
    here so they can get you fingerprints. I left my bags on the floor and
    went to the receptionist desk. Now I’m being treated like a criminal I
    thought to myself. The receptionist took my fingers and pressed them on
    a little pad with black ink. Then she pressed my inky fingers on a
    piece of paper with all my information. Before I went back to take my
    seat I happened to look in the receptionist’s room and saw a bunch of
    cabinets with folders and books on them. I went back and sat down and
    waited for my mom to finish signing me in. I was quite anxious about
    the new school even though I didn’t want to go here. I wondered how
    mean the teachers were and how miserable the other kids were. Then I
    heard a buzz and the door to my right opened up. My mom walked over to
    me. “I hope that you can change here and become a better person,” my
    mom said to me. I gave her the cold shoulder and got my bags and stood
    up. I stood by the door and my mom put her hands on my shoulders. “I
    still love you, but I’m still going to go through this because I
    believe that it will help our relationship amongst one another.” She
    leaned forward and kissed me. I looked at her and she seemed
    emotionless. I realized that our relationship had really gone cold. The
    receptionist came and said, “Follow me son.” I looked at my mother for
    the last time.

    The receptionist took me along a hallway with tiled floor and as you
    guessed “grey walls.” As we arrived at the end of the hall, we stopped
    in front of the door. The receptionist took out of her pocket a gold
    little key. This key didn’t look like a regular key but yet a cylinder
    tip then rather the normal flat tip. She put the key in the doorknob
    and opened the door. It was an elevator. As we entered, I noticed that
    it was an old looking elevator with carpet and it even had elevator
    music. Besides your fire button and your open/close door buttons there
    was only two other buttons. That was floor one and floor two. I
    wondered to myself why only two floors if this building has many floor
    as I could tell when I looked up at how tall this building was outside.
    The receptionist pressed the second floor button and we just stood
    there awkwardly. “It’s not so bad here,” the receptionist said
    politely. Yeah right I thought to myself, you would say that. I didn’t
    answer her. “Bing” the elevator came to a halt. The doors opened. There
    was another hall but this time there was doors, a lot of them. These
    doors were teal colored and had grey numbers on them. There were also
    other hallways that turned left or right as you went further. As we
    walked down the hallways I looked at the doors. They had the numbers
    112, 113, 114, etc… As we reached the first hallway that turned to the
    right, we turned and now started going down that hallway. I gasped at
    how long and how many other hallways there were, and how many rooms. We
    kept on walking and my luggage started feeling heavier after carrying
    for so long. I began to notice that there wasn’t anybody around,
    anywhere! I assumed that the doors, which were all evenly separated,
    led to rooms. That meant that there had to be somebody here. After
    walking for minutes and turning many hallways, we finally stopped in
    front of a door that read 518. The receptionist got another key and
    opened the door. When we entered we were in a little peach colored
    room, which was lighted by a small light in the ceiling. There were two
    doors, one on my right and one on my left. The left door was brown and
    had the figures 518A. There was a light that creaked through the bottom
    of the door and you could hear a television on inside the room. The
    receptionist said, you’ll be sharing this room with a roommate, but you
    will still have your own little sub room. The receptionist then moved
    to the door on the right, which read 518B. She opened the door and
    turned on the light. Before I entered the room I could see that its
    walls were of a sky blue color. As I walked in, I stared in amazement
    of what was before my eyes. I thought to myself at that moment why my
    mother had put me in this school. “Oh My Gosh!” I said. I now stared
    puzzled wondering if I was actually seeing what was before me. The room
    was not only a baby blue color but had wallpaper around the top of the
    walls which had figures like a bear, a rattle, a baby bottle, a
    pacifier. The room had an oversized crib in the middle of the room. It
    had an oversized changing table at the far side of the room, with a bag
    of what seemed like Big Diapers. I stared at the receptionist waiting
    for her to begin laughing and say that it was a joke, but it never
    came. The room had a cabinet with a TV on it. The wall where the door
    that we had entered was, there was a closet. Right next to the crib was
    the restroom; which had a sink and a shower, but had no toilet. “Mrs.,
    this is some kind of joke right?” I asked nervously. “No, this is no
    joke; this is a school to punish the students enrolled,” the
    receptionist replied mildly, “but we also reward students for good
    behavior so don’t think that we’re only bad.” “Now here are the rules
    at this school,” she said as she handed me a pamphlet. It listed the
    rules in an outline:

    School Rules:
    I.	Students have to be wearing diapers at all times!
    II.	Students have to sleep in crib every night.
    III.	Students are to be changed only by authorized personnel during
    the mornings, during lunch if necessary, and before going to sleep at
    night. If in need of a diaper change during the times stated, proceed
    to your room and press the diaper change button by the entrance of your
    dormitory.
    IV.	Students are to attend all classes assigned.
    V.	Students are to be in their assigned rooms by 7:00p.m.
    VI.	Lights in dormitories will be shut off at exactly 7:45p.m., which
    includes television.
    VII.	Students get currency to buy items, whether it is food or
    material items, by showing good behavior or doing well in classes.
    VIII.	Students can be removed of partial or all of currency if bad
    behavior is shown (depending on severity).
    IX.	Students can only attend the world mall for breakfast, which is
    between 6:00a.m.-8:00a.m.; and lunch which is between 11:30a.m.-
    12:30p.m.; and after school and dinner which is between 4:30p.m.-
    6:50p.m.
    X.	Students can only eat breakfast in the world mall during
    breakfast hours; and eat lunch during lunch hour and eat dinner during
    dinner hours.
    XI.	Students can attend everything in the world mall after classes.
    XII.	If students don’t have currency to buy food at the World Mall,
    then students can eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the lunchroom
    located by the classes.
    XIII.	All students must obey all authorized personnel at all times.
    XIV.	Students can get medical help, if sick or injured by one of the
    nurses available, buy pressing the help button located on the wall by
    the entrance of your dormitory.
    XV.	Students are allowed to socialize with other students and
    roommates.
    XVI.	Students are not allowed in any other room besides their own; and
    if given permission by roommate, are allowed in roommates sub room.
    XVII.	After finishing reading the school rules, wait by the changing
    table for authorized personnel to come and diaper you. Do not try to
    leave the room, you will be unsuccessful! (-:

    I finished reading the last line and looked to where the receptionist
    was. She wasn’t there anymore. I thought about running but knew I
    wouldn’t be going anywhere. I set my luggage down by the closet scared
    of what was going to happen next, at how I would spend the rest of my
    days at this academy. I started pacing, nervously, scared! How could my
    mom do this to me? I heard a knock on my door. “Hello?” I asked. “May I
    come in,” a sweet voice answered behind my door. “Yes,” I answered
    politely. A very beautiful lady about 5.7’, who had brown straight hair
    but curly at the tip, with brown eyes, and a very pretty smile walked
    in. “Hello Jason, my name is Susan; I am the caretaker for you and your
    roommate.” “Now that you’ve become acquainted with your new room,
    please strip down and get on your changing table.” She ordered
    politely. I just stood their wonder what I should do, should I listen
    or argue; should I refuse to do anything and ask to call my mom. The
    caretaker was at the changing table and was getting from the cabinet
    underneath a diaper, some wipes, some baby powder. Then she walked over
    to the closet and opened the sliding doors. It already had clothes
    inside and I began to wonder what was going to happen to my clothes.
    She pulled out a baby blue colored pajama suit with the feet and zipper
    on it; like babies used, but this one was bigger to fit me. Inside the
    closet I could see a bunch of other cloths that looked like baby cloths
    but were big enough for me. She closed the closet door and turned
    around. “Don’t be so shy and embarrassed, I’ve done this before;
    there’s nothing I haven’t seen,” she said as she saw me still standing
    there by the crib. I hesitantly took off my clothes and stood naked in
    the middle of the room. “Good, now get on the changing table face up.”
    I hesitated to get on but then climbed on. She came near me with a wipe
    and powder in one hand and a diaper in the other. She said jokingly, “I
    bet you never thought you’d be in a diaper again right?” “No,” I said
    not amused. I laid there, my heart pounding. I couldn’t believe that
    this was happening. “Lift your legs,” she said as she opened up the
    diaper. She lifted my legs more and set the diaper underneath me. I
    noticed that the diaper was pretty thick. Once she finished diapering
    me, she began to put me in my red sleeper pajamas with feet. When she
    finished zipping it up she said, "There you go my little baby." I was
    surprised when she said, "MY little baby."

    Chapter 2
    (Coming, Promise!)

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