Chapter 1: I am Evelyn

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Since i was five till now, i have always been told that life isn't a bed of roses and you know what? i have never really understood that and i never cared to ask because i am that kind of carefree girl who pictures life as paradise until the moment of my life that i realized that you can't always have everything.

And is true, if i didn't know the meaning of "Life isn't a bed of roses" by asking, i had to know the meaning of it in another way, the hard way i guess and that way wasn't favorable to me, i was a victim of that.

First of all, i am the middle child in a family of five and you know what that spells, TROUBLE, that's what it spells because you are neither the first who gets the biggest meal or the beautiful bags or the last who gets petted all day, that's why you are either there or there' you just get pushed around.

Secondly, if you are the introverted type who nearly faints around people or freezes when talking to people, then, girl, you are done for, because your whole life will be so lonely like mine, not entirely lonely since i have Sophia by my side but still lonely because most times, she isn't in my class and since i am the "intelligent" one, i get to do presentations in class, which makes me wonder why i am intelligent.

For example, one day, i was told i was going to be the group speaker of my team, because obviously, everyone will choose me because i've got brains, now that's one advantage of being intelligent but its also a disadvantage if you are introverted because during the speech you may freeze on the spot or begin sweating like me, that's what i do when i'm nervous, i sweat or you may just forget your lines and end up ruining the speech and also ruining your group points.

So even though i may be intelligent, i am not a good speaker. So after i prepared that night, i memorized my speech and the next day, when it was my group's turn, I dropped the speech paper and decided i will say it off hand but instead of saying it in front of the class i stood at my seat and began to speak, then Mrs. Scott told me to go to the front of the class and speak. When i heard that sentence it felt like a big brick had landed on my head and i felt hot all of a sudden and i started sweating.

Then i heard some murmurs from the back and it was mostly from the MOAs. if you don't know what that means let me just tell you. it's an abbreviation for M - Miranda. O - Olivia (Karen).

A - Ariana

"Why the hell is she sweating then?. Miranda said. " "Ew, disgusting". Ariana said. "Yeah gross".Miranda said. "If i was her I would have dug my head into the ground like an ostrich". Olivia said that. And you know what, i didn't care what she said i just focused on what was happening at the front because Mrs. Scott was already waiting for me and she hates wasting time. So i went to the front of the class and started talking and as usual i was sweating more and more and shivering. Mrs Scott asked "Evelyn do you have a cold?".

"Fool you can't see even with those glasses, how would i have a cold and i am shivering and sweating". i couldn't say anything at all i was just standing there and looking at my classmates as if they were lions and tigers rushing to devour me. i was scared to the extent i fainted and was rushed to the school clinic. They later called my mom and told her i fainted because of anxiety and panic and i was sweating. In general, they said i was nervous.

The next day, i was too ashamed to even talk to the group members because they have also lost some points too because of me, i know they will never choose me as there speaker again and is okay by me.

And sometimes, after ruining the speech when i get to my seat i start regretting and asking myself these questions. "Why didn't i do this?" "Why didn't i do that?" . So that's why i have decided that i am only good at studying on my own and not in groups that's why i hate being in groups because i end up messing up.

I will stop here and continue in the next chapter

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