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The steps creaked with every step Anais took as she slowly descended downstairs. She calmed had finally manged to calm herself down. Saturday wasn't a bad day, in fact it maybe the best. Anais wouldn't have to go to school, meaning no Oliver. She also wouldn't have to dress up in nice clothes at sit in a hot church with Oliver for an hour. Saturday's meant no Oliver. They were her only safe day.

The first person that saw Anais was her mother. It was almost like looking into the mirror of time. other then her the heart-shape of her face and shorter nose the two woman looked similar. Both had long dark hair and lush forests for eyes. Colette, her mother, seemed to be not be touched by the years. Her face remanded youthful and pleasant.
Anais felt disgust as her mother looked over at her. She didn't feel like herself as she pulled out the chair to the right of her father. Anais should have felt like herself. This was her life. This was the chair with a wobbly leg that she sat in every Saturday morning. This was her body. Yet, something wasn't right. She felt like a stranger in her own house as her mother passed her a glass of orange juice. She didn't feel the pulp go down her tongue. She didn't feel alive.

"Was it you who came home so late?" Her mother asked as she poured her daughter more juice.

"No"

"But you were out late no?" Confused by Anais her mother looked up at the young girl. Her eyes reminded on the full plate in front of her.

"I came right home last night" Anais lied in an equally confused tone. Her mother dropped the subject with a slight nod before beginning to eat.

Anais lifted her eyes for the plate and carefully watched her father, a rather smart looking man eat his eggs. Every once in a while he too would look up from his breakfast and glace lovingly at him wife.
"Are you not going to eat?"

Anais was snapped out of her thinking as both of her parents looked at her untouched plate.

"She's didn't burn the eggs this time" Her father remarked as he looked at his wife for a reaction. Colette lightly hit his arm making her father smile playfully.

"I'm just not feeling very hungry" Anais mumbled before picking up her fork. Her mothers eye watched as the dark-haired teen stabbed on of the eggs and brought it up to her mouth. She saw a small smile on her mothers face as she ate.
The second she looked away Anais stopped. She began to push the food around on the plate, mashing some together. Anything to make it look she ate.

Anais knew she should have just sucked it up and ate it. It would have made her mother happy, but she couldn't do it. She couldn't eat to stay alive. Never mind for her mother, but God knows Anais wished she could have.
Her mother got up from the table a few minutes later and went around grabbing all the dirty dishes. Anais wished she could just grab back the plate. Force the food down her throat. However, she didn't.

After her mother retreated back to the kitchen sink and she could her the sound of running water Anais left to return to her room.

She was greeted with the light peach colored walls and the smell of sweet flowers.
The only place on earth that would ever really be hers. Anais loved the small room with it's old white furniture her father made with his bare hands. The pieces of random clothing that laid in piles in the rooms corners. This was her escape.
Once Anais dreamed of moving out, who knew where. She would have wanted to stay close to her parents. The rose-tone house a few streets down with large windows would have been ideal. Moving back then seemed like a future thing. Something that was so far away. Now it was to close.

She truly hadn't processed it all. In a few months this room would be no more. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would get packed into boxes. Moving was such a permanent thing. Leaving everything and everyone behind, that's permanent.
The city didn't sound to bad. Oliver always said they would move away, but they were kids back then. Making plans to runaway to mars. Now that escape was a present and mars was six hours away from everyone she ever knew.
Anias had yet to tell her parents. She herself only found out about the move last night. She knew she had to tell her parents before it was to late, but how does one said it? How does one rip away a child from her mothers side.
She supposed telling her parents would be the worst of it. Perhaps moving would be good.