A/N: OK, so yeah, this took awhile. I just got so hung up on READING, not WRITING, fanfics that I completely forgot about updating, and then I didn't go on for awhile. But now I'm back, and I WILL be updating!! So watch out for more updates in all my fics!

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Oh God. I have got to calm down. If I don't calm down, there's NO way this plan will work. Breathe, Summer, breathe. This can still work out. Maybe my friends won't come until later. Or for all I know, Janine is coming to check up on me right now. Yeah, she's probably coming up right now. But just in case, I think it's time to think through Plan B a little more.

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Janine came up here a little while ago. Thank God. I still cannot believe that everything worked out so perfectly! She didn't notice a thing! Even my hugest mistake (leaving part of the cape showing) went completely unnoticed!

Which makes me wonder, how did someone so dumb manage to keep me hidden away for so long?

I guess she is a tad smart. She's a clever person, that much I know. But she has zero observational skills. Whenever I try to pull off some teensy rebellion, she rarely notices it. Maybe I could've gotten out of here sooner, but I didn't have the guts to try anything back then. I do now. My fear has completely vanished. I'd be more afraid of staying here than leaving. If I stay here any longer†Lord only knows what could happen to me. Janine really just wants me to be miserable. I don't understand why she doesn't just let me leave. She obviously does not want me here.

And that got me thinking: Maybe this is her revenge on my mother. Maybe she's doing all this just to see my mother cry.

Not that I could ever ask her about it. Janine would pop a vein if she knew about the information I've learned. In truth, I know everything about my mother: what she looks like, who she thought my father was, and even where she is. That's where I'm gonna go when I get out of here. If I ever do get out of here.

Everyone else at school thinks that they have seen my mother before. But that's a lie. It was all one big lie. That woman wasn't my mother, but my nanny. My mother apparently hired her before I was even born. Too bad she made the wrong decision. Mrs. Soleil was far from sunny. I never really believed her to be a "Mrs." either. No one would marry a wretch like that.

I was two days, six hours, and five minutes old when a doctor took me out of my mother's arms and set off for the nursery. That was the last time I ever saw my real mother. She was taken away after that, and so was I. My father gone, Mrs. Soleil found it easy to completely demolish the title my mother had worked so hard for. She packed up and moved me from my hometown of San Antonio to Long Island. And I can't quite prove this part of the story, but I think that I remember being very ill that day.

Now I am a child of 11. But I do not feel like a child anymore. I have grown to be a woman over the past three months. Having all the sunshine shunned out of your life teaches you to abandon your naïve knowledge of what you thought was the world. Though I'd already known that the world was not always sunny days. In fact, things were just getting very, very good in my life. But that's not why Janine took it all away. She did that because it was all a part of her plan for me.

Well guess what: I'm the one with a plan now, and one that I intend to put into action today. Whether she likes it or not (and she most certainly will not).

It's about to happen. I can feel it. Something big – and good. I don't know what, I don't know why, I just†feel it. Maybe they're about to arrive. Either that, or Janine's gonna jump off the roof. Both are fine by me.

It's getting closer. I can feel it. The moment... it's getting closer.