A Year of Eva

                      

                                                                                   Prologue 

                                                                          

     I waited at the bus stop with my mom. I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a pink and red “cars” shirt, I had my bright red converse on with it. The bus slowly made its way toward the stop as I stood holding my mom’s hand waiting anxiously. When the yellow giant finally stopped, I hugged my mom and kissed her goodbye. I watched the doors open and looked up at the rather large man behind the steering wheel. He cued me up the steps after specifically telling me to watch my step, and I did. I headed towards the back of the bus finding a seat. The bus started to move again as I took my seat.I patiently waited knowing my best friend’s bus stop was up next. The bus took a slow halt and I watched my friend get on the bus. Gabe Merriman and his two sisters Grace and Maycee follow behind. I peeked out of the seat to make sure Gabe was coming to sit with me like he had promised the day before. He did, and I was as happy as a 5 year old girl could possibly be.The reason for this was because I had a secret crush on him.I believed he had one on me too. He always was blushing when we talked and played together. But I didn’t get my hopes up because as they say, everything isn’t as it seems. And I wouldn’t wanna be let down in the end.

     Bella, I never actually liked that name. But not for nothing. I had a reason. Bella was the reason I got in trouble my first day of kindergarten. Yes, her name is Bella. The typical “steal your man girl” in every love story. Getting me in trouble on my first day wasn’t the big reason why I actually hated her. We both liked Gabe, which for him was possibly good, but for me it wasn’t. And Bella’s no good brother Tyson thinks I like him, which I really don’t I never did. Yes I do understand I kissed him, but it was only to make Gabe jealous. Come on I was five! Sometimes I still let Tyson think this, only so I don’t hurt his feelings. I am 15 now. But, I’m not like a typical 15 year old girl, whatever is “in” or the fad, is “out” for me. I love art more than people. Sometimes I imagine painting my own friends in my mind. I guess you could consider me to be a bullied girl, but thats not the only thing that makes me awkward. I’m just quiet and don’t get along with others very well. Some people actually do wanna talk to me-- I just ignore them. If I make friends I usually screw it up. Its hard for me to keep friends , because I’m so damn stubborn.