Tess woke up in her usual room in the white two story house on Ivy Lane. Too girly. Her room was pink and white, also too girly. She didn't dare tell her mother though. Her mom would just have a fit about how it wasn't her fault she turned out to be a tomboyish...how did she put it? Oh yeah that's right! A tomboyish freak...

(P.O.V. changes to Tess's point of view.)

That's not really the worst she's called me though. At least I'm living somewhere even though it's about as girly as it can get for a sixteen year old girl who can do about anything sitting in the pink room with white trimming. Still sitting in my bed I glanced in the mirror, my black hair flowing shoulder length around my pale skin. My green eyes staring back at me. I smiled, the pink lips in the mirror did the same. In my head I said to myself, *Hey you know, you don't have to let your mom geylt away with what she called you earlier this week. I bet it would make you happy to see your mom run out of the house* I smiled. Standing up I lifted my hair brush up from the dresser while standing at the door. Slowly creeping down the stairs I saw my mom standing in the kitchen talking to someone outsiflde the front door. He glanced at me and the hair brush floating by me and glanced back at mother. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the brush ready for the double take he made so obviously. I walked up to them. " Hey ma, who's this?". Mother glanced at me. "Sweety," I snorted, the only time she calls me *sweety* is when she is trying to impress a boyfriend or make it look like she's being nice to her kid. "Ahemm...sweety this is Rob.....he.......". I smirked " Let me guess...you're either a new boyfriend or child protective services. Look, who ever you are leave me am he I don't care what you say... Oh....you...you're not....eiy. Sorry...". He was showing me a strange badge. The badge of the new government. "He he. Uhhh.... Sorry...." I glanced over at mom. Then I ran upstairs to my room to think things over. That man was here for one reason only.... He wanted me to be a Zaver. The government of Birch woods version of the word saver but with a Z because they think it makes it cooler. The problem is I knew what the government was. They are evil and cruel. I made my decision...I wasn't you g to be one of them. I opened the window on the farest side of the house from the front door... But also pretty far away from my room. I ran to the bathroom and slowly edged out of the window and onto the tree branch closest to the windowsill. Hen I got out of the tree and was on my way to freedom.

I stopped running for two reasons, one, I was at least three miles from the entire Ivy Lane, two my lungs were totally dying. I continued walking. Slowly. My legs were aching but I managed to make it to a hotel and gave the cahseir guy enough money for two days and two nights. Anything long enough to get myself figured out. The next day she took a walk in some near by woods. She walked on a path for quite a while before she came to a dead end clearing. All of the sudden a cage feel on her. A girl walked up to her. "What are you doing here?"