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“Jen. The grief he’d been avoiding for days welled over him again. But, “I’m doing this for you, too, Jen,” he whispered, too softly for Jen’s dad or the bug to hear over the car’s hum. “Someday when we’re all free, all the third children, I’ll tell everyone about you. They’ll erect statues to you, and name holidays after you...” It wasn’t much, but it made him feel a little better. A little.
Luke stared back at his family farm as long as he could. He could see just the roof of Jen’s house beyond the sparse line of trees. And then, in no time at all, it seemed, everything familiar disappeared over the horizon.
Lee Grant turned around to see what lay ahead.”

Luke had to leave all he knew and start his new life as Lee Grant. All the memories he had had with his brothers, Jen, he had to say bye it all. But, leaving it all meant Luke could finally live for once and help out other third children in the future.

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Sofia

“He remembered what he had told Jen, the last time he’d seen her: It’s the people like you who change history. People like me—we just let things happen to us. And he'd believed it. That was how his family had always lived. But maybe that was wrong. Maybe he could succeed where Jen had failed precisely because he wasn’t a Barron—because he didn’t have her since that the world owed him everything. He could be more patient, more cautious, more practical.
But he’d never be able to do anything staying in hiding. He bit his lip. His hand shook as he wrote his answer.
I want a fake I.D. Please.”

This was what was rushing through Luke’s mind before he made the biggest decision of his life. Luke knew he had to leave his family and live his life as his own without hiding. Leaving all he knew was the only way.

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Sofia
“He didn’t want to have to decide something now that could change the rest of his life.
But Jen’s dad had written back, Don’t know. May be the case of ‘now or never.’
Luke scrawled, Why?
Jen’s dad wrote for a long time. Then he turned the paper to Luke. It said: I have power now. Tomorrow, probably. Next week????? Next year????? Can’t tell with our Gov’t. Favored lackey      one day, persona non grata the next. Never know. No guarantees.
Luke stared at the paper until the words blurred together. He had to decide. Now.”

This is when Luke has to make the big decision of either staying with his family and be found or get a fake ID, live with another family, and be a normal member of society. This decision would change the rest of his life.

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“Fingerprints, ” Jen said. When Luke gave her a blank look, she explained. “My brother Brawn went through this phase where he wanted to be a detective — not that he’s smart enough for it— and I remembered he still has a fingerprinting kit. So, I dusted for your fingerprints on things you touched. I got a really good print off the wall. Then I scanned that into the computer, linked into the national file of fingerprints and , violà, I discovered your fingerprints don’t exist, so neither do you. Officially”

This shows Jen cares about Luke a lot more than most do within the timeframe that she has had at this point.

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Luke pointed to the population disaster. “This book says the human race would have gone extinct if we hadn’t had the population law.” “And this,” — he held up “ the problem of the shadows” article — “this says the population law was was totally unnecessary , even during the famines, except the barons were hoarding it all.” Belatedly, he remembered that Jen was a baron. “Sorry. ” This shows that Luke has a strong mind and doesn’t care about the consequences, he just wants the word out.

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Jen typed quickly:”No, just among the hidden. Not the same thing at all!!!!” Then she sent it,too. “What is this?” Luke asked. “Some sort of game?” He remembered Jen mentioning a Carlos before , and never explaining who he was. We’re these some sort of computerized imaginary friends?  “Carlos,Sean , Yolanda— they’re all other third children. Sean’s even got a brother Pat , who’s a fourth child. This is how I talk to them.” Luke watched the next line of type appear: “Carlos:Thanks for the sympathy, Jen. “But how—?” Luke asked, still doubtful. “Oh you know. It’s the net,” Jen said. “If you’ve got a spare hour or two sometime , I’ll give you the technical gobbledygook to explain it. All I care about is that it works. I’d die without someone to talk to.” She was typing even as she talked. Luke craned his head to see what she wrote: “Guess what? The kid I told you about, Luke, is here with me.” Quickly, three “hi Luke” s appeared on the screen. Luke fought sown the panic. “But the government—“ he said. “They’ll find me”

This shows that no matter what happens or what Jen thinks, Luke will still fall under the same rules.

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When Luke went down to supper, he saw that Mother had set his two loaves of bread out on the china plate she used for holidays and special occasions. She was showing off the bread the way she used to tape up the crooked drawings Matthew and Mark brought home from school when they were little. But something had gone wrong—maybe Luke hadn’t used enough yeast, or he’d kneaded the dough too much or too little—and the loaves had turned out flat. They looked lopsided and pathetic in the center of the table.
Luke wished Mother had just thrown them away.
“It’s cold out now. Nobody’d notice if you pulled the shades. Why can’t I sit at the table with all of you?” he asked when he reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh, Luke—” Mother started. “Someone might see your shadow through the shade,” Dad said. “They wouldn’t know it was mine,” Luke said.
“But there’d be five. Someone might get suspicious,” Mother said patiently. “Luke, we’re just
trying to protect you. How about a big slice of your bread? There’s cold beef and canned beans, too.” Resignedly, Luke sat down on the stairs.
Matthew asked about the auction Dad had gone to.

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One cool, rainy morning a few weeks later, Luke’s family left in such a rush, they barely had time to say good-bye. They dashed out the door after breakfast, Matthew and Mark complaining about their packed lunches, Dad calling back, “I’m going to that auction up at Chytlesville. Won’t be home until supper.” Mother hurried back and handed Luke a bag of cracklings and three pears and some biscuits from the night before. She muttered, “So you won’t get hungry,” and gave him a quick kiss on the head. Then she was gone, too.

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-September, Luke’s days had fallen into a familiar pattern. He got up at dawn just for the chance to sit on the stairs and watch the rest of his family eat breakfast. They all rushed now. Mother had to be at the factory by seven. Dad was trying to get all the machinery in working order before harvest. And Matthew and Mark were back in school. Only Luke had time to linger over his undercooked bacon and dry toast. He didn’t bother asking for butter because that meant someone would have to stand up and bring it over to him, all the while pretending for the sake of the open window that they’d just forgotten something upstairs.

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Today skittish because of the woods coming down he scrambled up faster than usual – and dashing for the door to the back stairs. He know without watching that mother would take his plate from the table and hide it in the cupboard would slide his chair back to the corner so it looks like and I needed spare and in three seconds she would hide all evidence of Luke is to just in time to step to the door and offer a weary smile to the fertilizer salesman or the government expect tourist or whomever else had come to interrupt their supper. This shows that how life is going to have to be for Luke because he is a third child.

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He saw the tree shutter and fall far off in the distance. Then he heard his mother call out the kitchen window: “Luke! inside now.” he had never disobey the order to hide. even as a toddler barely able to walk in the backyard to tall grass he had somehow understand the fear in his mother’s voice. but on this day the day they began taking the woods the way he has it stated he took one extra breath of the fresh air sensors it with clover in honeysuckle and coming from far away plan smoke. he laid his head down gently and savored one last moment of feeling warm soil beneath his spare feet. This is important in the story because this is the last time he’s allowed to be outside.