Author Note: Have no idea where this came from...lol


Why?


So there was no going back on my plans right? Wrong.

As I made my way across the lawn, I heard a branch snap behind me. Turning around I saw that there was nothing behind me. I sighed and thought to myself 'Breathe Odette, just breathe' When I looked up from the ground I was face to face with my father. That look of anger he had upon his face earlier was now replaced with one of infuriation.

"I suggest you get back to that house within the next minute." He pointed to our house. I felt like a five-year old being scolded for not doing as I was told.

Why?

Why does this always happen to me?

Why can't ever win!

I pushed a stray lock from my face behind my ear, and started trudging my way back to the house. My father was a few paces behind me making sure I wasn't going to make a run for it back to Luc's house.

Why had I been going there in the first place? I suddenly thought to my self. What would have happened if I had gotten there? Never mind I don't even want to know.

I'm sure by the time I get in the house I'm going to get the lecture of my life. But maybe if I just head up to my room right away I can avoid it. Going with yet again another dumb idea I quickened my pace and made it into the house before my father did.

He would probably start off with some big speech about how I embarrassed the family, and all sorts of other crap I'm really not in the mood to hear. If he only knew what those two evil spawns of Satan put me through all those years at the opera house. Maybe he wouldn't blame me for it? But what if he already knows?

"Yes it was wrong of me to launch mash-potatoes into Victoria De Chagney's forehead but whatever I could have done worse." I muttered to my self as I opened the door to the parlor.

I walked through the parlor, into the foyer and began up the stairs.

"Odette come back here." I stopped on the step I was on, but refused to turn around. So it looks like neither of my plans worked…I need a new approach to this whole plan-making thing.

I see it two ways, I can turn around and get lectured, or I can continue up the stairs and lock myself in my room, and not come out for a few days. And when in fact I do come out of my room, I will probably be lectured ten-times worse, or perhaps not at all.

When it comes down to it though, being even more disrespectful probably won't go over well at all with anyone.

I turned around to look down at him from the stairs, almost loosing my balance as I did so, I felt a bit dizzy for a moment, but took a deep breath and it passed.

"I'm sorry for embarrassing you father. I had no right to do what I did. What ever punishment you see fit, then so be it." Apparently I don't have any rights anymore.

I'm only human, but then there is the little detail that rules out my rights all together, I'm a woman.

I tried to hide the fact I was nervous as ever, and shaking slightly. But I kept my feet rooted to the step I was on. Upon hearing my apology his look softened a bit.

"Fine. Then you will help the maids at the opera populaire for a two-week time period then we shall see from there." He said in a stern tone.

Work at the opera house? Scrubbing floors, and cleaning in front of Victoria and Pierre De Chagney? I don't know why I felt the sudden urge to cry, but it probably had to do with the sheer amount of humiliation I would be subjected to, and give the pair more the mock me for, and their friends as well.

I nodded as I felt tears brimming my eyes.

This wasn't fair.

I walked quietly up to my room, and shut the door as quietly as I could, clicking the lock into place. I threw my cloak over a chaise, and grabbed my nightdress from my wardrobe and headed off to change.

When I came back I blew out all the candles that illuminated my room, save for one. Now the majority of light left was the light from the full moon. As I walked over to my windows and pulled the curtains shut I nearly lost my balance several times but soon felt fine. Then I went over to my bed and pulled the covers back. Once situated in bed, I leaned over and blew out the remaining candle.

As much as I wanted to sleep I couldn't. The thoughts of what would take place over the next two weeks plagued my mind. How could he be so cruel to suggest working at the opera house cleaning? I know I may seem like a stuck-up-snob. But think about my situation. Almost every one there knows who I am, and it would give Victoria a new thing to make fun of me for.

I didn't want to dwell on it any longer, and soon fell fast asleep.


Thankfully during the night I didn't dream. When I woke up I couldn't figure out why it was so dark in my room, until I remembered that I had shut the curtains the night before. What I didn't know was that I had only been asleep for no more than three hours.

As if the floodgates of my mind had opened, the events of last night's dinner ran through my mind again. And what happened when I snuck out, and how I was now to work at the opera populaire for two weeks as a maid.

I suddenly felt my stomach turn, just at the thoughts of everything, and ended up vomiting. Luckily I made it to my lavatory in time, I had only been sick like that once before, and that was the time the Opera house had acquired a new chef who didn't cook the meal enough. Needless to say I was quite sick.

Maybe just stress and nerves had caused me to become sick. But the previous day I had felt fine right after lunch. But I hadn't touched my dinner last night, aside from the whole incident. I hadn't felt well then, but I assumed that was because of the De Chagney's presence. But I did have some of the soup…Come to think of it I felt sick again, and hurried off to the lavatory.

Trying to divert my attention I decided to draw a bath and soak for a while. After changing into a new nightdress, and vomiting several more times I was convinced there was something seriously wrong with me, or I was poisoned and one of the two spawns of Satan had something to do with it.

The soup had already been set out when we went into the dinning room. I had been entertaining everyone with playing the piano. At that moment I didn't really care, I had become sick again.

Wow it's really just one thing after another…. I have a few good months and then its back to normal again, The De Chagneys are over for dinner, I end up causing a scene, I sneak out, get caught, get punished by being sent to work at the opera house for two weeks. And now I'm sick.

Oh yeah my life is just the greatest!

NOT.

I ended up passing out on the floor. As I began to awake again all I could hear was screaming, well not so much screaming, but a panic-stricken voice. I identified it as my mothers when I felt a hand press against my forehead. After a moment I realized my mask was gone, but I couldn't move, it hurt too much to.

Another voice soon spoke, it took me a moment to recognize it, but I figured out it was Nadir. I was able to hear him begin to question how long I had been like that, but then it became all garbled and I was asleep again, some how this time I wasn't sure if I was going to wake up.


Sorry bout that, I'm evil I know. I really don't know where this came from…I had this whole chapter outlined, but the outline went out the window within the first two paragraphs. Well anyway did you like? Any suggestions? Review please.

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