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.