The Compound (The Compound series book1)
“I still remember what it used to be like out there. I remember playing on my bike in the street with sally from two doors down. I remember wearing sun dresses and eating ice cream, going to school on the bus with my friends, I remember laughter, games, jokes, music. We don't have that here. I remember it, so I have something to hold onto, something to hope for. But the younger children here, they never saw the world that way. Their entire lives all they have known is metal bars and concrete walls.”
“You know Grace, the history teacher?” I ask turning to face them. “I caught her crying a couple of years ago, I mean really crying. Because she had just taught her fist history lesson to a class
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