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This is a filler chapter, the kinds that are necessary, but boring, so bear with me, and the action will pick right back up in Chapter Eight.

On with it, shall we?

(Odette PoV)

CHAPTER SEVEN- SILVER TREMBLING HANDS

"Hello?" The hazel-eyed man picked up on the first ring. I paused, what was I supposed to say?

"Is this Odette?" was his next question.

"Yes. It's me." I could hear him inhale at the other end of the line.

"What have you decided?" I closed my eyes, steeling myself.

"I'll come with you." Five simple words. Yet they meant the end of my life, as I knew it.

He huffed in relief. "That's great, Odette. We can protect you. We'll keep you safe." I could hear someone grumbling in the background. It was probably the one with brown hair; he didn't seem to like me. I cringed; I'd bothered them enough as it was; yet they still wanted to help.

"When do you want us to come by?" I held my breath.

"Would you guys mind coming at 5:00 PM? I'm sorry if I'm inconveniencing you, but I've got a lot of loose ends to tie up."

"Not at all, Odette. Take your time. We'll see you then." He hung up, and I realized I didn't even know his name.

I rose from the couch, heading to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy. I'd always looked soft, fragile, somehow, not strong, dependable, the way I wanted to be.

I sighed and shook my head. I knew exactly how weak I was. Last night had only cemented that.

Showering quickly, I brushed my teeth and changed into a pullover and jeans.

I hurriedly grabbed a cereal bar and paused in the kitchen. It was almost ten, and I had too much to do.

The first thing on my agenda would be to pack. It was slow, monotonous work.

By the time the clock struck one, three large suitcases were standing in the foyer. A separate bag consisted of my toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, makeup, iPad, iPod, Blackberry and a few of my favorite books.

I shoved my laptop into its case, along with my modem.

I surveyed the room. I would have to go to the bank now.

I balked at the thought. I never liked going. But I had to.

I made sure everything was in order and received my credit cards. I glanced at the clock. It was three.

This would be the most difficult. School was almost out now, but the teachers would still be there. I needed to notify them that I was quitting.

I wouldn't miss my life in Maine, but I would miss my friends. I walked all the way to the school, gathering myself for what I was about to do.

Mrs. Pennyfeather was the one who saw me first.

"Odette? Why did you skip today? We missed you in class."

"I'm leaving, Mrs. P, going back home." She pinched her nose.

"I'm very sorry to hear that, Odette. If you're leaving, you'll need to fill out the withdrawal form. Come with me."

I followed her out to the registration office, where she handed me the papers. I filled them out, one by one, until I asked her: "Mrs. P, do you think I could sign up for the correspondence course?"

She gave me an odd look. "Won't you be joining another school when you go back home?"

I shrugged casually. "What can I say? I like this school too much to completely leave it."

Please say yes, I pleaded silently. She smiled. "Alright then, go ahead."

I scribbled in my name and details in the form. "Well, you're all set," Mrs. Pennyfeather patted my shoulder.

"Thank you, Mrs. P" I managed a smile, and all but ran out the door.

I raced back to my house, sweaty and exhausted. It was four.

I showered again, keeping on the same clothes. I carefully outlined my eyes, making sure last night's breakdown was not apparent in my appearance.

I heaved the suitcases out onto the porch, along with my two bags. It was 4:59 PM.

I sat on the steps with my head in my hands. I was leaving. Leaving everything I'd ever known behind, leaving Maine, leaving school. But I wasn't leaving home.

I had to remember that. I would miss my friends, but not the pre-programmed life I'd been leading here.

I wouldn't miss this. My head snapped up at the distinct growl of an engine.

They were here.