Another typical day of cloud and misery greets me as I reluctantly open the curtains. The weather on this island rarely makes me feel a sense of joy. The rainpour gives me countless sniffles and sensory overloads, showing very little mercy when it bestows itself upon me. I find very little positivity in its presence, other than knowing it'll help the little flowers flourish and thrive throughout the cold and breezy winds. My mental health is awfully damaged during this time of year, probably contributing to the events of my past that drastically shape my future. It's a painful experience that I long gave up fighting or trying to change. It's simply a battle with new unlocked levels everyday.
In a bid to try and make me feel better, Maya is taking me to the market for breakfast. In the colder parts of the year, we tend to head to the market more than we would head to the park. I like the access to hot drinks within an arm's reach. I'll be honest. This is like our little community hub. Local crafters and vendors come to set up their wee stalls and keep everyone on their toes. There's one stall that's full of different canvases that always sell out, another one selling cheeses no one has ever heard of, a third selling speciality wines that you'd link with a holiday in Greece where alcohol is free.
E: [watching TV with Graham] ¿Papá?
G: Yes my darling?
E: Why does Maya take so long?
G: Evin it's been 6 minutes.
E: [irritated] Still!
G: [concerned] What time did you go to sleep last night?
E: [thinking] About midnight.
G: So you're not sleep deprived.
E: What's that got to do with anything?
G: Your attitude is terrible when you don't get enough sleep.
E: Fuck off.
G: Hey now! That's not very nice.
E: [groans]
G: What's wrong?
E: I'm just tired.
G: You'll wake up soon enough.
M: [walking downstairs] Are you ready to go?
E: I guess.
G: I'll go turn the car on and you go get your shoes on Evin. Permiso. [leaves house to go to car]
E: Okay. [goes to get shoes]
M: [checking no one is around] Evin, we need to talk.
E: Why?
M: If you misbehave at all while we're out, there are going to be consequences. Do you hear me?
E: [sighs] Yes...
M: Good. Now, get your shoes on and we'll head out.
E: Okay... [puts shoes on]
M: Don't forget to lock. [leaves house]
E: [shakes head in disapproval] She'll never learn. [leaves house]
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The market is quite busy today. A few dozen Marino students have come to the market too. It seems to be a popular plan, instead of, you know, going to the online lessons being set up, to head to the market. Nice to see them I guess. Some of the students we've run into are only year seven, meaning they're only 11 or at most, 12. I'm surprised they've been allowed to go to such a busy place like this, but then again I'm probably applying my dad's "you're not going anywhere without one of us because you're too young" parenting on me. He only started being chill with letting me go out because I'd usually be with someone anyway. Sigh.
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The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen
General FictionThings never seem to go smoothly for Evin. Each day presents a new challenge for them, sometimes more difficult than others. Despite all this, they power through life their way and they won't stop at anything until they achieve their goals, or justi...
