I hear the rolling of a vehicle, and closer to me, wimpering girls of all ages. I open one of my eyes and see I'm lying inside of a car, I also see a girl who looks of eight, holding her legs and crying. I try getting up and feel that my hands are tied. When I finally manage to get up, four girls with tears in their eyes are looking at me. I notice that were in a van, there are iron bars separating us and the two man up front. "were, were are we?" I question, looking at the four girls. The oldest looking one, who looks older then me, respons, "a van." I want to slap her face, I'm not that dumb. "were being taken away." At first I was going to slap her but then thought, we were in a van, full of girls, being taken to a place. oh no, I now knew. worrie and fear soon crept on my face like the other girls, I did not want to go there, even home would be better then there.