A Year of Eva

Chapter One- the first day.

I stood up. In reality I am fifteen, not five. I wish I could relive my young life.I sighed and continued my charcoal sketch. My phone started to buzz and then made a loud beeping sound attempting to wake me from nonexistent sleep. I turned the loud, annoying beeps off and packed my stuff up and hid it. Time to go to hell-- I mean school. I threw my leather jacket on that actually made my thin figure look quite nice. It almost made it seem as if I had curves. I laughed to myself aloud, and bent over to tie my combat boots. They were very dusty from the chalk murals I had drawn on the grey cement that lay beneath my feet. I examined them and decided to leave them like that, because it gave my boots some flare. I flattened my white floral dress that was a little more skin tight then usual. I felt like my ripped up tights had made the dress look a whole lot better, especially with my boots and leather jacket. I started walking out of my hiding spot, hoping nobody from school would see me. I honestly didn’t even want to have the hobo on the corner to see me. I peeked around the corner of the building, I didn’t see anyone-- so I started to walk.  The street actually seemed pretty vacant this morning. I actually loved the feeling of being alone. I felt so--free.

I walked into the building. I looked around-- is everybody staring at me? I couldn’t help but to wonder. In reality no one really was I just felt that feeling. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Tyson. He had a wonderful figure and his blonde sleek hair capped his peachy skin. And those gorgeous blue eyes that almost made me melt to the floor. But something in me told me he wasn’t the one. I pulled my bright red hair over my face hoping to hide my identity a little. I slipped into a crowd of kids who quite frankly didn’t smell to nice. Of course it would be the sweaty basketball team after morning practice. They seriously made me gag like my cat, Splatter when he has a hairball. I then quickly slipped out of the crowd and fastly walked to my locker. The colors of the lockers disgusted me, I mean come on--chipped up, ugly blue, with gum stuck to them? I put in my combination and opened it slowly. I really didn’t want to be here. I slid some useless stuff my mom insisted I got, into the locker. My first day of High school. Oh Gee! I thought as I closed my locker and looked down at my schedule I had pulled out of my jacket pocket.