Prison. It was the most boring, depressing word Kayla knew. The only thing she did all day was sit and think. Her thought we all about Lily. She thought of memories, of where she was, why she ran away, and such. There was just a piece missing, that even all of those hours spent thinking couldn't answer. Other than the constant inquiring, being a jailbird wasn't that bad. She got the same food from the cafeteria, she could sleep on the same cots, she wore the same grey jumpsuit. Other that the fact she couldn't leave her cell, life was the same. Then again she basically was a captive no matter where she was on the plantation, she would never be able to leave that eve once she could leave the cell.
Lily could, she did. Why though, the plans were for all of us, not just poor little Lily. She had it the easiest. She couldn't even remember the outside world if she tried. It was different for me and Piper. Maybe that's why it was Piper and I wouldn't leave. Because we knew what we have been missing for the past seven years. Except mom and dad I, don't remember anything about them, with a helping of I was five she I came, I should remember something; right?
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Historical FictionPiper and her two sisters Kayla and Lily are a part of a human trafficking project they haven't seen the outside world in six years. The only thing that keeps them going is each other. Every night they work together to try and find a way out. One ni...
