Companies that con parents into shipping kids to abusive island "boot camps"

Hi, I'm an investigative reporter for AlterNet, Salon and other
magazines, and I'm trying to get the word out about my latest expose.
Something for parents of troubled kids to look out for -- companies
that prey on fear and charge parents as much as $40,000 to hold
children at tropical punishment centers rife with abuse and cruelty.

http://alternet.org/story/31000/

Hope you get a chance to check this out. Thanks.

John

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'Come here.' Mrs. Crimson said.
Scarlett didn't move.
She wasn't being willful. Her feet just wouldn't move.
They were alone in the girl's bathroom. Just her and Mrs. Crimson.
How that had happened in the middle of a crowded school was beyond
Scarlett, but there it was.
Mrs. Crimson was standing against the wall. A cigarette in one hand,
a lighter in the other. She must have come in here to smoke, Scarlett
thought. Even though that was strictly against the rules. And even
though the teachers had a lounge where they went to smoke. Scarlett
had seen them a few times when the door was open. Why Mrs. Crimson
would come into the girls' room to smoke, Scarlett had no idea.
But there it was.
'I said come here, girl.' Mrs. Crimson said.
Mrs. Crimson terrified Scarlett. She terrified most of the girls. She
had a way of ordering girls around that left no room for discussion.
Hair pulled back in a bun so tight it seemed to stretch her skin. The
meanest teacher in the school.
Scarlett stepped forward.
'I said to come here, Scarlett. Not take a step over there.'
Scarlett started at the sound of her name. She had never heard Mrs.
Crimson use her name before. To Mrs. Crimson the students were
always "girl", "you there" and sometimes "young lady". Never names.
And definitely never first names.
Scarlett moved a little closer.
'Closer.' Mrs. Crimson said.
Scarlett moved closer. So close she could see the green eyes behind
Mrs. Crimson's glasses and how red the teacher's hair was under the
bathroom lights.
'Even closer than that.'
Scarlett hesitated. And moved even closer. So close they were almost
touching. Their fronts. Their tops.
Mrs. Crimson didn't say a word. She looked into Scarlett's eyes with
those cat green eyes behind her glasses, and lit her cigarette.
Scarlett just stood there. Too nervous and too confused to do or say
anything.
Mrs. Crimson took a deep drag. Her cheeks caved in and her red
lipsticked lips formed an Oh around the tip. Her eyes never left
Scarlett's. Not for a moment. She drew in the smoke, looked deep into
Scarlett's eyes...
And then blew.
Smoke darted out and right into Scarlett's face, right into her open
mouth.
The girl felt her legs go weak almost right away. Suddenly she felt
terribly dizzy and she started to fall. But the teacher grabbed her
with one arm and held her up.
Mrs. Crimson took another drag.
Scarlett looked helplessly up at her. Watched the smoke go in to the
teacher's mouth. Curl around on her pink tongue and then disappear.
Watched the lipsticked mouth move closer to hers.
And tasted the smoke as it poured into her mouth.
The world started to spin and everything began to go black. Scarlett
could feel Mrs. Crimson's hands on her, surprising strong. Searching.
As she fell toward the darkness, her mouth still filled with smoke,
Scarlett heard Mrs. Crimson say...
'I'm going to teach you something Scarlett. I'm going to teach you
something I think you'll like.'
Scarlett slipped further into the darkness. Felt the teacher's hands
on her body and heard Mrs. Crimson's last words like a distant echo.
'I am definitely going to like teaching you, girl.'
And then with the taste of Mrs. Crimson's smoke still on her tongue,
Scarlett fell all the way into the darkness.
And, when she woke up, everything had changed.

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