Anything For Eve

Chapter 2

Eve
Another reminder that Eves mom speaks Patois!Which is broken English spoken in Caribbean islands. If you don't understand anything please let me know, I can dial it down for the rest of the chapters!

Happy reading! And comments keep me motivated guys 😭😭 don't force it if it's not there but don't be afraid to either!
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I slammed the door of my father's bakery delivery truck harder than I intended, the sound echoing sharply in the school parking lot.

My back colliding with the seat made it creak loudly, and I stared straight ahead, hiding my wince as a sharp pains got up my spine.

Pathetic numbskulls.

My chest rose and fell rapidly, my hands clenched tightly in my lap. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I looked out the window instead, hoping that we'd leave.

From the corner of my eye, my father reached into the small cooler beside him, pulling out a raisin bun. He handed it to me with a smile, though it looked more like a romance.

I took the bun silently, my fingers brushing against his briefly, and he held onto it. Like usual, he stared into my eyes, and a tear ran down my cheek as I looked away. He already knew. He sighed, gently releasing me.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, he ventured a soft, "Same old?"

No, not the same old.

Today had unceremoniously dumped my life into a dumpster fire right there in the school's polished office. I'd sat across from the administrator, his desk cluttered with papers that seemed more important than my future, as he delivered the news with what he hoped to be empty, but he really just sounded like he had a stuffy nose.

He didn't bat an eye at me as he said, "We have to make some sacrifices, Eve," he had said, as if I were just another budget line to be crossed out. "Unfortunately, you will be one of them." The punchline? "Please let your parents know that your scholarship is being revoked due to budget cuts."

And I just sat there, staring at him with my mouth open. Mr. Klein came in soon after, and he was the one who broke it to me that I had to move down to D-levels. At least his frown seemed more genuine.

It was almost laughable. Budget cuts? Really? Meanwhile, Jessica, who wouldn't know a hypotenuse if they wrote it out for her, still pranced around with a scholarship in A-levels because her dad donated enough to get a library named after him.

I leaned my head against the window of Dad's truck, the cool glass a small relief. The world outside zoomed past in a blur of indistinct colors, much like how I felt—blurred and fading at the edges.

I knew I had to break this to my parents. I worked hard for my scholarship, but it only covered tuition and books. When it came to uniforms, lunches, and just ensuring general comfort, they'd fought tooth and nail, pinching every penny so I could attend a school that apparently valued dollars over dedication.

How was I supposed to drop this bomb? "Hey, Mom and Dad, hope dinner's good, because our investment just tanked!"

But I'd swallow that bitter pill later.

Dad pulled up to the bakery, the familiar smell of fresh bread wafting out as he opened his door, he turned to me with a brief smile. "Wait here, I'll just grab some of the loaves and then I can drop you off on the way home." I nodded.

And those boys, the bullies... I was in their territory now. Before I could hide among the A-levelers, because they wouldn't dare come around, but now I'd be looking at some sort of harassment everyday. The A-levelers may have been uptight and snotty but I think they cared too much to have their reputation ruined by being labeled as a racist. Even if they probably thought the same things those numbskulls did.