Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Degrassi: The Next Generation. I only own any character that I produce through my own imagination.

Evette and Jason walk out of the front doors of Degrassi after the end of their first day of school. They walk along the same path as they did that morning. Evette smiles at one of Jason's jokes. Neither of them knows that Craig is standing at the entrance of Degrassi watching them leave. He doesn't know why he is watching them. Something tells him that things are not as they seem. The question now was how was he going to find out.

"Come off it Jason, as if mom and dad would be home."

"Why not?"

"How many times have they come home on time in the past 2 years?"

"Um.remember that time I called and told them that you were sick?"

"Yeah?"

"They.kind of came back early that time."

Evette raises her eyebrows at Jason and nods her head. The birds in the trees sing a sweet song that they failed to hear in San Francisco. Evette slows down and listens to their song savoring the moment. That is the moment before Jason impatiently walks back and crouches down in front of her.

"Get on."

"What?"

"I'm giving you a piggy back."

"Err.okay."

Evette holds onto Jason's neck and Jason holds onto her legs his bag swing around his neck. Evette laughs at the steady rhythm of Jason's walk. He lets her down as they get to the house and he unlocks the door to the house.

The inside of the house is cool and musky. Jason dumps his bag in the corner and walks into the kitchen. Evette grabs his bag as she walks past and up the stairs. She can hear Jason turn on the television. She knows that he probably has a can of whatever fruit juice that was put in the fridge this morning.

She opens the door to her bedroom and dumps both bags on the floor. She presses the power button on her stereo. And she curls up in the sofa chair next to the window. She leans her chin against her knee and stares out the window.

She hears the door open quietly she turns her head so her cheek is now leaning on her knee. She sees that it is Jason and turns back to the window. He walks over to her and sits down on her bed.

"Evette, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't have to go through this you know."

"I know."

Jason leans down Evette and hugs her; she buries her face in his shoulder and closes her eyes. Jason knows that Evette has had it hard and he honestly wish he could make it easier but he can't.

Jason lets go of Evette and walk out of the room, picking up his bag and swinging it over his shoulder and closing the door quietly after him. Evette continues to stare out the window. She doesn't move until the sun has long set and her room has become almost pitch black except for the service light of her mobile blinking a strange lilac colour.

She stands up and struggles to find the door. She kicks the edge of the bed in the dark and swears as pain shoots up her leg. She finally finds the light switch to her lamp she turns it on and the room is suddenly bathed in a white light. She walks to the side of the door and turns on the main light and instantaneously the room is as bright as day.

Evette opens the door of her room. The house is dark except for a strip of light coming from under Jason's bedroom door. She can hear the beat of the bass coming from Jason's room.

She walks over and opens the door. Jason is sitting on his bed flicking through a magazine. He looks up as she walks in and reaches over for the remote to his stereo. When he turns it off Evette sits down next to him on the bed.

"Mom and dad not home yet."

"No, they called why you were in your room, didn't you hear it."

"No."

They both sit in silence for a while. Evette suddenly gets up and walks out of the room. Jason can't seem to understand her strange moods sometimes. Evette grabs her bag and settles herself down at the kitchen table.

Evette sits in the well-lit kitchen, her schoolbooks spread over the entire area of the table. She curls her legs up onto the seat as she flips through the cookbook.

"The picture never looks like the real thing."

Evette mumbles to herself. She gets up stumbling slightly and tapping her leg against the ground to get rid of the pins and needles. She opens the cupboards taking something out of each. She places the cookbook against the tiles of the bench. She bits her lip in concentration as she cuts the vegetables. Before long, the kitchen is filled with the smell of her cooking. Evette walks around the kitchen holding the book in front of her face.

She puts the last of the meant and vegetables in the oven and walks to the stereo. She puts in a Matchbox Twenty C.d. As the music fills the room Evette sits back down and with a sigh opens her French dictionary.

Eventually Jason emerges from his room. He sniffs the air as her walks into the kitchen.

"Smells good."

Evette looks up and sniffs the air. A shocked expression crosses her face.

"No! It smells like burning!"

She runs to the oven. As she opens the door, it seems that she has temporarily forgotten that it is hot. She touches the metal and yelps in pain. Jason runs over and looks at her finger.

"Put your finger underwater, I'll take care of this."

Evette nods meekly at Jason's commanding tone. She stands by the sink cool water running over her finger. She watches as Jason clears the table and sets two places. She smiles; this is how it's always been two of everything. On rare occasions, their parents would come home early. They sit down and start eating. Evette watches in amusement as Jason stuffs his face.

"How's your finger?"

Jason asks between mouthfuls.

"I'll live."

The C.d. that Evette put in the player has long finished as they clean up. Each retreats into their own bedrooms and their own reality.

Evette picks up a book from her drawer. She opens it and stares at her own slanted handwriting. She closes her eyes as she remembers what happened.

She remembers someone grabbing her, she remembers waking up to see the horrible faces of her mothers stalker and eventually her killer. She sees the police rush into the dark boatshed. The next few weeks pass like a blur. She isn't allowed to contact anyone. It will be just like before, leaving everyone, but this time she had to leave Craig. She has a foster family, they know all about her past. They change her name, she is no longer Evonne Mariz, she is Evette Margaret Scott.

Evette closes the book. Things just continued form there. She changed herself until she was hardly recognizable. Her change was a complete metamorphosis. She tried out for head cheerleader, she joined the drama club and she forgot about the piano.

Two years later, her mom and dad had a job transfer to Toronto, Canada. It didn't matter what happened now. One of her kidnappers was already dead, shot trying to elude the police and the other was serving out a life sentence for murder. Evette is safe but moving back to Toronto is easier said then done.

Evette turns on the light to the bathroom. She strips and steps into the shower. She lets the warm water flow like a river down her back. She sings softly as she washes herself. She is still humming as she gets into bed and slowly falls asleep.