Room #217, Wednesday Night
She had heard people all day making plans to go to their homes for Thanksgiving and to be with their families.
Savannah... had decided not to go. Looking at the clock on the wall, she had officially decided this about fifteen minutes ago. She had been thinking about this all day, though.
As far as she knew, her boyfriend and all of her friends were leaving the island for the weekend.
Yet, Savannah was not.
She was pretty sure that there were two other people who weren't, either, and she wanted to be with them. She didn't want them to be lonely or alone.
She picked up the phone and smiled faintly when she heard her guardian answer.
"Hi, Paige. It's... no, I haven't left yet. I'm not." She let out a breath. "No, I'm okay, really. No... I really miss you guys and the Pack." She rolled her eyes. "No, Paige. Johnny's probably already left to be with his family for the weekend. Listen, I have the flu and I just don't feel like moving from my bed right now. No, I haven't. I know. If it gets bad I have spells or the clinic. I know you'll come get me if I get bad..." She took a deep breath. "Look, Paige... there's something I need to tell you. Are you sitting down?" She swallowed. "You know how the Fates seem to love to screw with people and their lives? Yeah, well... Eve's here. no, it's really her, Paige. I tested her and it's really my mom..."
After about fifteen minutes of reassurances and agreeing to pass messages to Eve, Savannah hung up.
Well, that was one secret she know longer had to struggle to keep. Paige was confused and worried, but trusted her when she said it really was her mom on the island. Of course, that wouldn't matter if Paige found out that Sean was here. If she found out any Nast was within a hundred miles of Savannah, she would no longer be a resident of Fandom.
One obstacle at a time.
At least her mother and brother wouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving now.
Savannah flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
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Savannah... had decided not to go. Looking at the clock on the wall, she had officially decided this about fifteen minutes ago. She had been thinking about this all day, though.
As far as she knew, her boyfriend and all of her friends were leaving the island for the weekend.
Yet, Savannah was not.
She was pretty sure that there were two other people who weren't, either, and she wanted to be with them. She didn't want them to be lonely or alone.
She picked up the phone and smiled faintly when she heard her guardian answer.
"Hi, Paige. It's... no, I haven't left yet. I'm not." She let out a breath. "No, I'm okay, really. No... I really miss you guys and the Pack." She rolled her eyes. "No, Paige. Johnny's probably already left to be with his family for the weekend. Listen, I have the flu and I just don't feel like moving from my bed right now. No, I haven't. I know. If it gets bad I have spells or the clinic. I know you'll come get me if I get bad..." She took a deep breath. "Look, Paige... there's something I need to tell you. Are you sitting down?" She swallowed. "You know how the Fates seem to love to screw with people and their lives? Yeah, well... Eve's here. no, it's really her, Paige. I tested her and it's really my mom..."
After about fifteen minutes of reassurances and agreeing to pass messages to Eve, Savannah hung up.
Well, that was one secret she know longer had to struggle to keep. Paige was confused and worried, but trusted her when she said it really was her mom on the island. Of course, that wouldn't matter if Paige found out that Sean was here. If she found out any Nast was within a hundred miles of Savannah, she would no longer be a resident of Fandom.
One obstacle at a time.
At least her mother and brother wouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving now.
Savannah flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.
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