Escape
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YEAR OF 2083-Jenna Parks is abused by her drunk and divorced mother. Debit Cards, ID's and all that are being replaced with a barcode tattoo you are acquired to get on your 16th birthday. And if you don't get it, you're considered a criminal. Except everyone who has gotten it is acting odd. Her mom will take a nail file every morning and try to scrap it off, her teachers are getting stricter and her friend Mia the Queen Bee of their high school stops speaking only repeating, "they are watching." Jenna's 16th birthday is coming up. She is faced with a decision to change her fate. Get the tattoo or run away? Book on in the On the Run Trilogy
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