My life story in a Camp

This is a short story of a boy named Pierre who lives in a prison like camp.

The alarm bells were ringing. I started to open my eyes , my nose was started to twitch. I couldn't believe it. Is this what good food smells like. I couldn't control my excitement, just like the other guys in the room.

I got out of the bed my clothes started to smell funny, I didn't care , I started to rush down the hall skipping the bathrooms. Rushing down the hallway towards the food Hall were we have breakfast.

There it was a line , this was the line i dreaded to see. I woke up really early and yet there was people still ahead of me. I was astonished, there was so many people.
Did they know something?