- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
Posted August 6, 2014
Six kids, one desteny, a world of trouble, and an adventure like no other. <p> Id been walking for day, i had tried to keep count, i lost it on about day 382, you might think its imposible to walk that long, well your right. It is. But iys also impossible to survive getting run over by a Union Pacific diesel train, yet, here i am. My name is Rylan jenkins, im 16. I have black hair and green eyes This is me and five other kids stories of love, betrayl, hate, and misery. Sounds good right? Well here it is. <p> I sat lonely in my small bedroom, if you could call it that. Its just a closet with a cot and an old blanket inside. I have no friends. Ive been bullied, beat up, and abused countless times. Ive had just about every insult you could think of spat at me. Ive been burried at the beech and left there. Ive been used as a servant, slave, maid, you name it. Once at a holloween party a group of guys came and tied my hands together, and paraded me around yelling about the new 'prisoner' that would serve us. By the end of the party i had served every body. I had probly like 25 people push me down, 13 spit on me. And 34 kick or slap me. The next day at school every body at the party treeted me like a slave, it was missereble. My parents dont care. They hate me. They only took me in was they hated doing anything them selves. My name is Lindsie speeder. Im 14 im a blondie eith brown eyes. and as you can tell i dont have a good life. <p> i toss and turn at night. Wich dosent help much. I might of well been sleeping on a rock. Im an orphan from austraila, i was sent here to the United States to have a better life. But its worse. The other otphans are meen. The bully me and humilate me. They regularly hang me by me bound wrist on the celling. They never get in trouble. I do. I get whipped. It hurts like crazy. My name is Hanna blocker, im 15 with blonde hair and blue eyes, ive got a slight austrailan acsent. My life sucks. <br><br><br><br><br> my name is Jordan Desten. I have a regular life. Nothing like the other kids i met on this adventure. Im 16 with brown hair and green eyes. <br><br><br><br> i bit my lip waiting for the impact of the bullet. But it never came. Suddenly i woke up drenched in a cold sweat. Just another bad dream i told my self. Then i fell back asleep. My name is Nick Grason. Im 15. I have a wierd life. By wierd i mean like o my gosh! Your dad is jake tomson, the famous movie star. <br><br><br><br> i lay in the concrete cell. My wrists and anckles were rubbed raw by the hand and anckle cuffs sucuring me to the wall. The skin had been whiped off my back. My face brusid and batterd by the many slaps. I was a prisoner of a terribly terrorist group. They had kidnapped me when i was 11. The beat me every day. Keep me in cages for weeks at a time. Give me only stale bread and water. Work me to the breaking point. Yet i will never tell them the secret. A secret that many men would kill for. Its the soul reson im alive. My name is Megan Walker. Im 16. I have brown hair and green eyes. Me and my twin brother both have these fetures. Ive only whisperd his name ounc while in captivety while i was beening painted. My captors have branded me as there own with paint. I get a new scheme every week. Now i had blood red paint on my armes and legs. My face was gold, my hair was braided with gold foil. Iooked almost like a princes. i wore a dress the servants would wear. I laid on the floor. A tear slid down my cheek <p> next part at next res.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.