"Come on Jenny, we've gone over this a hundred times, just grab the branch and jump down!" yelled Emily to the second story window of their abnormally small house.
"Okay, okay I'm coming, on the count of three…1…2…3!" Jenny grunted as she then jumped onto the branch below and dangled for a few moments, bracing herself to take the final plunge to the ground. Suddenly, they heard a heart wrenching crack. Naomi and Emily both glanced toward each other as Jenny looked up at the branch she was hanging onto.
"Oh shiiitt…" muttered Jenny, and before they could even blink, Jenny crashed to the ground. Emily and Naomi burst into laughter as Jenny staggered to stand.
"Way to go Jen..." Naomi said, still laughing. Jenny finally balanced herself and passed the girls with an angry, distorted look.
"God, my ass hurts..." Jenny whispered to herself as Emily looked at her with a huge grin, which looked like it could take up her whole face.
"Well, you should have thought of that before you just fell out of that tree."
"Shut Up!" yelled Jenny. She then pushed Emily aside and trudged further ahead of her two friends.
"Can we just get out of this hellhole before you two wake up the entire neighborhood?"
"Fine, let's go." said Naomi, giggling to herself as she grabbed her back and slung it over her shoulder.

That day started like any other day, full of screaming parents, non-stop chores, and momentary bliss. The girls had very few times where they could actually sit down and attempt a conversation, but at the same time, it subtracted the time they had for sleeping. They eventually learned to speak to each other through their own body language, by means of simple movements and touching of the face. For example, one day, while scrubbing the "family room" floor, they began to discuss the facial features of their adoptive father. This consisted of pulling of the ear and gesturing to shoot oneself in the head, which, in words meant, "Dad looks like road kill."

It took the girls a few months to plan their escape fully, again, due to their lack of conversation. They eventually cultivated their master plan, and set a date. The day had finally arrived, which left the girls in a surprisingly decent mood, but it seemed to make their day drag on longer than expected. When the time of escape drew near, they quickly brushed their teeth and headed to bed (taking their toothbrushes with them). It felt like days passed before they finally heard their parents fall into a deep slumber, due to the amount of sleeping pills the girls "accidentally" put into their drinks. Now it was time to put the rest of their plan into action, that's when they finally escaped.