Part 2: Section X

Waking up the next morning, Julia and I look out the window as wek talk. I state, "We are the dead." A familiar voice mimicked and said, "You are the dead." Behind of the painting of St. Clement's Chapel was a telescreen. The Party's troop members smashing their way into the room, meanwhile knocking down the paperweight. They torture Julia as I try to stay strong. Mr. Charrington walks in. Who would have guessed? Mr. Charrington? A member of the Thought Police?

Part 2: Section IX

Hate Week is always the worst. Piles of work and 90 hours worked in one week is never easy. It is exhausting. It is astonishing to me how much control the Party has over the people and the way they make them blame Goldstein for sabotage. How much control the Party has is obvious.

I recieved the book and reading it, it explains the Party's slogans. Reading this gives me a sigh of relief that I am not the only one in this world who disagrees with the Party. It gives me a sense of hope that there is a light at the end of this dark tunnel. I fell asleep reading the book to Julia, as did she.

Part 2: Section VIII

Julia and I met with O'Brien. When we arrived to his place, he turned off the telescreen! I had never seen it before. For once we had privacy. It was new to me. Everything I wanted to hear, O'Brien told me. I would do anything he commanded me to do to be a part of the Brotherhood. He promised to give Julia and I the book, Goldstein's guide to the Brother, and the Party's mindset.

O'Brien told us that we would meet again. I knew he would agree when I finished his sentence, "in the place where there is no darkness."

Part 2: Section VII

I am dreaming of my family more than ever. The feeling of knowing I was so selfish towards my family. With the little amount of food we had, I demanded it. I sat back and watched my sister and mother starve. I am the reason they are gone; the reason I do not know them. The problem is, I can't feel. The Party has taken away my right to feel, my right to have a free mind and care about my family not being around. All Party members are not real without the right to feel.

Julia and I know that one day we will be caught. We will not stop what we are doing though. No matter what, Julia and I know that throughout it all we will never stop loving each other and when it comes time to confess we will, but right now we spend our time together.

Part 2: Section VI

Today was good. I spoke with O'Brien and he advised me to come by his place. He found a way for us to talk. For me to possibly become a part of the Brotherhood. One day this meeting with O'Brien will mean something. It will all be worth it in the end. My goal is to create a better world for the citizens of Oceania. One where Big Brother and the Party does not rule over us and is not watching our every move.

Part 2: Section V

Syme is gone. He was too smart. His curiosity was too much. The entire Oceania is in preparation for Hate Week. I wish there was no Hate Week because it is just another way for the Party to force Oceania citizens into obedience.

I cannot get Julia off of my mind and my love for her. I sit and wait for Katherine to die so that Julia and I have a chance to be together. Julia does not care about rebellion, she just hates the Brotherhood and Goldstein because she does not believe in it. For some reason though, she believes in my relationship with O'Brien. Will she come around?

Part 2: Section IV

I found a place for Julia and I. It is our place to get away, to be together in our own silence. It was a place where we could be away from everyone. Just the two of us, no distractions.

When we met, Julia brought the extravagent items of the Inner Party food. Coffee, sugar, bread; it all tasted wonderful. The fod was not the only things she brought. She brought makeup. Julia looked like a woman, she was ravishing. It was different from her overalls.

Spending time with Julia in the room about Mr. Charrington's shop was perfect, except for one thing; there was a rat. I can handle anything, but a rat I cannot handle. I am afraid of rats and not many people know that, but rats are different than any other kind of fear.

Julia and I studied the paperweight. I told her it was never changing, it was an artifact to our past, and it was the symbol of Julia and I being together. Her and I, stuck in our own place, forever, with no distractions and everything perfectly in place.

Part 2: Section III

Spending time with Julia brings me joy. There is something about her that makes me love having her around. I am open to anything with her.

Julia and I began to talk about Katherine. It was not awkward, or silent at any time. There is a different feeling with Julia than there ever was with Katherine. I told Julia about my thoughts of pushing Katherine off of a cliff, and how I regret never going through with it. Maybe if I did, there would be room for Julia and I to be together; althought the Party would never approve of our relationship due to the age difference.

Age should be nothing, Julia is the one who teaches me. The most important thing I have learned from her is that rebellion means nothing to her. Breaking the rules will always be fun to her, but changing the world we live in is not important to her. It is not her goal. She is different; she is the girl I love.

Part 2: Section II

The dark-haired girl is named Julia. She is not a spy for the Thought Police. Her and I have so much in common. We talked and I every second I learned more and more about her. She hates Big Brother and the Party, as do I. There was one thing that I liked the most. She had slept with scores of Part members, I was not the only one. This gives me hope; not because I can get what I want from her, but because that means there are more men who disagree with the Party. This is good, this is just the beginning.

Julia brings out something in me that I did not know I had. She has opened up a world to me that I never knew was there. Our time in the Golden Country together, being with each other, talking, and our act of rebellion was when it came to me; I love her like she loves me. She brings out the real me.

Part 2: Section I

I can't get the dark-haired girl our of my head. My heart beats wildly whenever I see her, or even think about her. As I sit and try not to make it so obvious when I look at her, I think about her and wonder about her.

As she passed by me, she dropped a scrap of folded paper on top of my pile of work. Eight minutes had gone by until I moved the stack towards me and flattened out the paper. I love you. I did not understand. There was no way she could love me; she did not know me. We had barely talked. What would she want from me? None of my thoughts even mattered anymore. Just knowing that someone loved me inspired me to wake up in the morning and live my life.

We met in the Canteen. As we secretly talked, we decided to meet in Victory Square so that we could hide within the crowds and we would not be so obvious to the telescreens. She has an affect on me that I cannot explain; something about her has changed me. I like it.

Part 1: I-VIII

I wake up and everything is the same as always. Trapped in a world with almost no escape. Freedom is not what I have. I walk through the halls of this place I call home and all I see are posters of Big Brother following me, watching me. A two-way telescreen watches my every move in my own home. I do not know what privacy is. Every move I make is in the light and is seen.

My life is built around fear. The fear of being caught. Life is Oceania is a routine for everyone. Without a routine, one cannot live. I am not allowed to think. The Thought Police have me under servalence. It is not easy living in the same building with two children who are part of the Junior Thought Police.

During the Two Minutes Hate O'Brien looked at me. For a second I felt as if he could be an allie, but then I felt the feeling that he understood what I felt. I also noticed the dark-haired girl. Something about her caught my eye. There was something different about her. I feel as if she is a spy; I am scared that she is, but I cannot help feeling the way I do.

My family. Does any of my past have meaning? Does any of it matter? I wonder if I ever even had a sister, a mother, a father. At work I change and edit the past, what used to be the truth turns into lies. I write the past that the Party wants everyone to know, but the Party controls it all. Whoever controls the past, controls the future.

Every single day I think about the Thought Police plugging in the wire to my telescreen. Will I be caught for having rebellious thoughts against the Party? Against Big Brother? Will the dark-haired girl turn me in to the Thought Police without knowing anything about me? I write in my journal without even knowing that I keep writing the same thing;
DOWN WITH BIG BROTHER.