Bellwork. Relate to Human Trafficking.

            They lost focus for a second. She waited first, her mind wasn't sure of what to do. They're smarter, faster, and capable of anything. Would she make it? Would they shoot her down? What if she tripped? Finally she decided to go for it. lf anything there were only two real options. They catch her and bring her back to this hell, or they kill her and she's free, in a sense. So she runs. Her feet are lagging behind her legs. Her arms swaying from front to back. The cold breeze hitting her face, telling her to keep going. Her tears only lasting a second before being dried. She's chocking on the dust she's creating. She must carry on. Her mind is nearly empty. All she sees is a black paper with the words in white reading "RUN!" She's running. Running. Running.

            The men are not far behind. 10 mintues if at most. She dares not turn to look back at them. If she does there's room for error. She keeps her head down, only looking up every few yards. The men are closing in on her. One on the right, another on the left. "RUN!" She sees it again. "RUN!" Again, it appears. "Ahhhhhhh!" A scream comes from her mouth. She's down. And the men have paused.

            She was in the hands of a woman. A beautiful woman. This woman must have have been god, she thought. The men retreated, quickly. The woman took her by the hand and walked her to a van. The woman strapped her in and then got into the fromt seat and they drove away. The girls legs were tired. Her face felt beaten from the wind. Her eyes tired from the tears.She was to tired from the run to care. She wanted to care, but didn't. Her eye lids became heavy and they closed.

           The bed was soft. Clean. She smelled the air, it was clean. Her room was clean. She walked out the door and into beauiful mid-day. The sign had dissapeared. A new one came. "Peace."