Destiny: The Untold Story of Evelyn Salvatore

Chapter I

I yawn as I plod into the kitchen.
"Good morning sunshine," Dad says with his sarcastic smile.
"Yay! Daddy's pancakes. Mm! G-d bless you!" I say hugging him.
"Morning mom," I say giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Good morning sweetie. Hey, Damon I don't want those whipped cream fangs you always put on my pancakes," mom says.
"No promises," dad says putting the fangs on mom's pancakes.
"Hey!" she says sarcastically, "C'mon let's go to the table. Evie come sit."
We all sit down at the table and eat breakfast. But it isn't our usual upbeat and happy breakfast-type vibe. Mom and dad look sort of, guarded, like they're hiding something. I cautiously eat my pancakes as they exchange glances at each other, and weird looks, acting like they need to tell me something. Oh no. What if one of them became a ripper? What is one of them became a hybrid?

"Evelyn, can you come home right after school? We need to talk to you about something..." Mom says emotionless.

"Um, sure," I said looking at them with my judgy look, "What's going on here? You guys are acting really weird,"

"Everything's fine, Munchkin, we just need to speak to you about something," my dad says.

"Okay..." I say, "I'm going to go get dressed," I say getting up from the table.
Mom and dad smile at me as I walk out of the kitchen, and the second I leave the room, there go the whispers again. Whisper, whisper, whisper. When will they ever stop whispering about me? As I slowly walk up the stairs, my mind begins to race. My parents have always been so protective of me, and I really don't know why they need to "speak with me." They've already given me the no drugs talk, the safe sex talk, the no drinking talk, and the no skimpy clothes talk (which were all very awkward by the way), so I don't know what's up their sleeve this time. I just need to stay positive and look at the bright side of this situation... if there even is one.

I do my usual morning routine, which is: eat breakfast, brush teeth, apply face wash, then clothes, and then do hair. I put on my favorite black crop top that says "Good Vibes," and my favorite fringed high-waisted shorts and flip-flops. G-d bless warm weather. I touch up my makeup, and curl my hair. I slug my bag over my shoulder and walk back downstairs. This time, mom and dad aren't whispering... in fact, they're just sitting and minding their own business.

"Bye Evie-Bevie, love you," Mom says sipping her coffee.

"Have a good day Munchkin," Dad says right after.

"Bye," I say, bolting out the door.
I make eye contact with my best friend, Cassandra (Everyone calls her Cassie), as she walks toward my car. She lives a few houses down so we carpool everyday. And who wouldn't want to carpool with their best friend to school every day?

"Hey, E!" she says waving.
"Hey, C. C'mon get in," I say opening the door to the driver's seat.

We both get into the car, and head off to school. Once we arrive, Cassie and I go straight to our first class. But fifteen minutes into class, the phone rings. My teacher, Ms. Andersen, answers the phone and looks at me. Nodding, as she listens to the person on the other end of the line.

"Evelyn, your mom's here to pick you up," she says.

"What? I didn't know I was being picked up early..." I said with a confused look.

"The woman at the front office said that it's an emergency," Ms. Andersen says.

"Okay, uh, bye," I say getting up and giving Cassie a confused look, that she gives right back to me.

I walk down the hallway on my way to the main office. I feel like the four walls surrounding me are caving in. I don't know why, but I'm pretty nervous. I don't even know what could be happening. I feel as if the floor is sinking in under me like quicksand. I walk into the bathroom, and put my hands on the sink. I take a deep breath, pull myself together and walk back outside.