(One Bright Future #2)
by Melinda Friesen
Publisher: Rebelight Publishing
Publication Date: August 31, 2016
After fleeing slavery, Rielle James burns with the desire to topple OneEarth Bank and end its enslavement of young people as Contracts. When she learns that her friend Nathan has been sold to a logging company where Contracts die or vanish without a trace, she assumes a false identity and becomes a slave again to help him escape.
Her act of subversion uncovers the horrific truth behind the OneEarth Bank’s role in Contract disappearances and its link to a global pandemic.
Can Rielle and Nathan escape and expose the truth before it’s too late?
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That's the promise made by OneEarth Bank after a global economic collapse--but only for those who accept the insertion of a commerce chip.
When Rielle's parents refuse to comply, government officials tear her family apart. As punishment for her parent's crimes, Rielle is forced into a Community Service Contract--a legalized form of slavery--and sold to a wealthy, abusive banker.
The Banker's secrets hold the key to Rielle's freedom, but will she risk prison or even death to escape and search for her family?
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My daughter lay reclined on the vinyl chair, her mouth bloody. The dentist peered down at her, then up at me. “My hygienists have all left for the day. You’re going to have to assist.”
You might be wondering how I ended up being a volunteer dental hygienist. At that moment, I was wondering the same thing. Why do these things always happen to me?
We had been enjoying a Saturday afternoon at home. My husband had only worked a half day and when he had come home, he had slung his corduroy jacket over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. My nine-year-old daughter walked into the room, slipped and fell against the jacket draped chair. She got up and since she wasn’t crying, I thought she was okay. That silence, was shock, my friends. Her hand over her mouth, she said, “My tooth!” I looked down at the floor. A white tooth lay in a small puddle of blood. She pulled her hand away to reveal a gap where a new adult tooth had been.
I grabbed a clean glass from the cupboard and, remembering the first aid I’d taken in the ninth grade, I filled it with milk and dropped the tooth into the cold liquid. I called the dentist. Thankfully, he hadn’t gone home for the day. I rushed her to his office where he informed me, I’d have to assist with reinserting the tooth and bracing it.
He gave me a mask and a quick tutorial on all the tools he would need. Then, my stomach flipped and flopped as I assisted him in the procedure that saved my daughter’s tooth. She ended up needing a root canal because the nerve didn’t reattach, but since I’d earned my emergency dental hygienist stripes, he invited me to watch the root canal. I took him up on it and got to watch the whole process.
Next time, I’ll tell you about the time my son cried tears of blood.