The Conspiracy
Prologue
The steel door was slammed shut. We were trapped.
Mary Anne started to cry and Mallory hugged her.
"Don't worry, we'll find a way to escape", Kristy said, but her voice wasn't confident.
"We must come up with how to communicate without they being able to understand us", I stated. "There's probably hidden mikes all over this room.What if we spoke French? Pardon, madame, cette carte postale, c'est combine?" That was the first and only French sentence I could remember.
Claudia looked at me. "No, that won't work."
"And they would probably get an interpreter anyway", said Kristy darkly.
"Well what are we gonna do then?"
"I wish Logan was here", Mary Anne sobbed. "And Dawn, what have they done to her?"
"I know!" said Claudia suddenly.
"What, you know what has happened to Dawn?" Mallory asked.
"Of course not. But I know how we can communicate with each other without speaking." Claudia pointed at Jessi, who was standing besides Mallory. "Sign language!"
We all nodded excitedly, and even Mary Anne looked a bit gladder. It wasn't much, but any little thing that might help us made us happy. That's the way it is when you are kept as a prisoner in a foreign country.
And that's exactly what happened to the Baby Sitters Club.