Welcome to my beloved town or should I say hated town of Durian, Treadan Island. Yes, that's correct my town's name is Durian like the awful fruit. The strange thing is we don't even foster, let alone harvest durians although I don't blame the people the fruit is disgusting. Changing the subject, there are only two whole cities on Treadan Island. Those two are, of course, Durian and Breen. No one even knows that this entire island even exists. Not many people live on it either, probably because of its occasional hurricanes at the end of summer, or maybe it's because people call it a paper town and it doesn't actually exist. It belongs to the United States and is off the coast of Delaware so one day I plan to sail off and run away to Delaware and catch a train to New York but for right now I'm stuck in this hell hole.
Oh, to introduce myself before I get carried away with my horrible life, my name is Evelina Barrett. I'm 15 and I have plain brown hair not light nor dark it's just brown. I normally let my friends call me Lina, but I'm saying that as if I had friends. It's not like I'm a loner or anything its just that my parents home schooled me. Now they expect me to adapt to this crappy public school where everyone else on this island sends their children.
The school's name is, wait for it, Treadan high I mean like how original is that. You'd think that even with their low budget they'd try to be at least a little bit creative. The school's exterior is made of unmatched bricks making it look like an ugly, terribly put together plaided skirt. No one has been able to paint over it because it was long overgrown with vines that produce flowers that spell like the mold that would grow between the troll who lived under the bridge's toes. The school has done nothing about the problem because the flowers are so pretty they make for great photos. I guess pain really is beauty. The school is shaded with old oak trees. The branches on them hang low making it accessible for people to climb but for some reason, no one at the school rarely even climbs them. The interior is just like any other school nothing is different. They have science and media labs, white boards but few chalk boards, and teachers that either everyone wants to hook up with or teachers that make every student want to go crawling back crying to their mommies and daddies. Honestly I think the school is just your one step closer to being in hell.
Tomorrow sadly is my first day of the of going to the hell hole.
