A way out

A way out

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My name is Cassidy Lander and I'm the owner of Lander company. It's a professional packing and delivering company. Sounds good am I right? Well thats where your wrong. Although I'm the owner, my parents tell me what to do and not to mention I'm abused. On top of all that the creepy co-worker is trying to dare me...I'm un intrested.VERY! I'm also bullied at school people think I'm rich and because of the scars on me...think Ive been with every boy in the school. I have to find a way out of this.
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my name is Alexis... Alexis Ryan. people just call me Alex. I was kidnapped at the age of 5. when I turn 18 they are suppose to do something to me... but I don't know what. they wont tell me until then. I just hope its not killing me. I live in the basement of the house I am in. I stay there with my best friend Brittney but I call her Britt. she was taken by them at the age of 5 too. she's now 15. we both are forced to go to school. but I don't mind really... I may be bullied at school but I'm stronger than them. school is a place to escape this house. get away from max, Jacob, and lizzie and some big man that hurts us. we always try to find a way to escape but its now use. we have a window but its to far up for us to reach, even if I stood on Britt's shoulders. plus the window is barricaded from the inside and out. and the fact that we have tracking devises in our hips. oh and since the day I was nine I could never talk... why? well you'll have to read my story to figure that out...

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