I didn't sleep at all last night. The anticipation of being moved again and the thought of being without Charlie for even longer is enough to keep me up for weeks. The blaring sound of my alarm sounds, and I hop out of bed. I shake Cole awake and put fresh clothes on. He hands me a box. Inside is my iPhone X. I smile and shove it in my pocket. We walk downstairs where Felicite hands us each a piece of toast with butter and leads us down to the van.
The drive to the train station is about a hour long. Apparently, we would have missed the train if it wasn't late. We board and find the sleeping quarters, the dining room, and the lounge room. They aren't very furnished, but it's nice for a train. The facility is in Texas, and the drive is supposed to take a week.
"Why do you think they had my phone? It was in my bedroom when they took me away." I question.
"Don't know. My mom had taken my laptop so I couldn't use it for my 'evil ways' so I have no idea how they got it." Then silence falls. We don't talk for about two hours. I tap my finger on the edge of a chair. They blacked out the windows, so I can't see the outside. This is torture.
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Days pass and I lose track of time. Finally, someone announces over an intercom that we have arrived at the facility. I lock my phone and secure my wristband. The train doors open and we step off. I can't believe my eyes.
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