My name is Elizabeth. But everyone calls me Eve. Eve Pederson. That's my name. Oh, and my best friend's name is Oak. She's a tree. She's the nicest out of all the ones in my yard. She has beautiful deep green leaves, when they are dappled by sunlight is when they are the prettiest. There's also the other trees. They're all older, Oak is my age. 12 years old. She's taller than I am though. Granny Elm is also nice. She's dying though. I constantly have to support Oak about her grandmother. Oh, and the flowers in the garden, they're beautiful. The prettiest ones are the shiest. They're hard to find too. When they come around I try to be nice.
And then there's the grass. I hate the grass. They just chatter on and on, constantly annoying my ears. In the winter they start to gossip, getting meaner as the weather gets colder. There's also algae and seaweed. They aren't necessarily mean, but they are weird. Kind of like me I guess. I never fit in. I don't know why.
People say I ramble on. They say my friends are imaginary, weird. They say I'm weird. And I know that. I know I'm not normal. And I hate that para. All those para-professionals are terrible. They're just there to keep you in line. Even I know that.
But the worst part about school is that it starts again tomorrow. My winter break is over, back to the bullies of the sixth grade.
