White Roses

White Roses; Chapter 1

My name is Evelynn Steylmes. I'm 17 years old (almost 18...). I have long black hair with bangs and my eyes are dark green. My skin is pale and I have six red freckles on my left ankle. Now, onto my real life.

I am the meanest person (or so I've been told) alive. I hate anyone or anything that I don't know about. I'm selfish and I'm stubborn. And really, I don't give a damn.

My alarm clock went off. Ugh, I hate the damn thing. I chucked my pillow at it with brute force. The little purple clock was knocked off my bedside table. It shut off and I layed back down. Ahh... peace and quiet--

"Evie!!" my little sister, Eva wailed, bounding into my room. Damn. It.

"Eva, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting up. I adored Eva, I'd do anything for her. She was so adorable and innocent! Her big light brown eyes and dark brown hair. Her skin was creamy with a peachy tint to it. Her pink lips were formed around her bright smile. She dashed towards me and jumped up and down on my bed. "Eva!"

"Mommy said I should wake you up. It's my first day!" In truth, it was her first day of 2nd grade. Poor thing.

"Okay, I'll get ready." I pushed her off me and she scampered out of my room, closing the door behind her. I groaned and stood, stumbling through my darkened room to my bathroom. I took a quick shower and blow-dried my hair hastily.

Don't call me goth or whatever, but most my wardrobe was black. T-shirts, jeans, a few skirts, rarely a dress or two, shoes, tank-tops-- everything. I didn't have a problem picking what I wanted to wear. I grabbed a tight black "Black Veil Brides" T-shirt, some disstressed black jeans and my dark purple Chucks. Hehe, yep, I wear Chucks.

I flattened my hair and put on my usual make-up. In the middle of putting on my chapstick, I heard my mother calling.

"Evelynn! Your breakfast will be cold!" Whatever. I threw my make-up down and grabbed my red back-pack. Before leaving my room, I went to my thick, dark purple curtains and threw them open. Sunlight spilled in, lighting my unusually clean room. Sigh.

I bounded down the stairs, and almost ran into my dad. He had twinkling blue eyes and black-brown hair. I smiled at him and threw my arms around him.

"Goodmorning Dad," I said to him, pressing my face to his chest. He held me for a moment then kept me at arms-length.

"Goodmorning, Evelynn. Someone's happy for the first day of school this year," he said, smiling his crinkly-eyed smile dad's do. i grinned back and went for the kitchen. My mom was in the middle of kitchen to left, a Health magazine in her hands. Eva sat at the table, munching on some waffles.

My mom heard my progression into the kitche and dropped her magazine.. Dammit! I was hoping to get by unnoticed.

"Morning, Mom," I said to her. She had her piercing black eyes on me. Okay, just kidding. Her eyes were a really dark green though, so I just saw them as black. Her hair was a super dark brown. Everyone related to me had dark hair, except my Aunt Lucille on my dad's side... her hair was strawberry blonde...

"...for a young girl like you to be eating breakfast every morning! Do you want to become anorexic like those girls on TV? Evelynn? Evelynn! EVELYNN!!" She yelled. I snapped out of my reverie and focused on her. She had her arms crossed and she was staring me down. I gave her a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. I'm just a little..."

"Out of it? Well, it is your first day of your second-to-last year in highschool. You have some excuse to be a little fazed." She smiled and hugged me.

I easily slipped out of her embrace. "Hehe... I'll be late, Mom. I'll call you when I pick up Eva." I walked to the door, but not before stealing two waffles off the counter. "Bye family!" I shouted before opening the front door.