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    Move Along – (Chapter: thirteen)

    “As in Phoenix Arizona?” Ashley asked hoping beyond anything to know where the hell they’d been dumped.

     

    “You would like but no, as in Phoenix Plantation population a few thousand.” Arthur smiled flipping the curtains back down and switching a projector on. An image of children and parents all with smiles popped up on the screen, “The Plantation was created back in 1691 by Charles Preston, a wealthy landowner who watched his children be corrupted by the modern world so Phoenix was created. Children are born and raised here, learning the proper was to behave. Once they hit twenty one they go threw the rebirthing process where we believe they are capable to exist outside the Plantation on their own and uphold our standards.”

     

    “But I went thru already,” Spencer spoke up for the first time in awhile, Ashley looked over and could see the girl shaking, Randi kicked her under the table causing Ashley to glare at her. Randi nodded her head toward Spencer, Ashley didn’t quite understand.

     

    “Hold her hand,” Randi mouthed. Eyes wide with recognition Ashley reached under the table and slipped her fingers in between Spencer’s. The blond smiled before pulling away, fear crossing her blue eyes.

     

    “Yes Spence you did. The FBI has been on to us for years we thought maybe we could get our children out of here sooner, teach them in the outside world but most of the senior executives didn’t believe it could be done so project Carlin came into play.” Arthur pressed a button flipping the image to a picture of him, Spencer, Glen, Clay and Paula smiling in front of their house in Ohio, “We took you kids out of here at a young age so you didn’t remember this place. It worked for a while and the executives were very pleased than it turned and we had to bring you back here to be punished.”

     

    “Why what did we do?” Spencer asked most of the memories of when she was twelve were locked away in her mind.

     

    “Let’s see, Glen tore his ACL during basketball practice and got addicted to his pain killers. Drugs are wrong, he downed them like candy, and he had to learn not to rely on them. Clay started getting more into video games and girls than his homework. Fourteen years old and he dismissed his parents, snuck out of the house and to what hang out with his friends. He had to learn to obey the rules.”

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