Evangeline

The Prettiest Prison On Earth.

One word.
Trapped. That's all I feel these days ever since my mother left. She sends letters saying how much she loves and misses me. She left when I was 14 I remember being so mad at her, she left when I needed her most. I know your all probably saying well why don't you talk to your dad or school counselor about this.Yeah my dad Major. Richard Summers the Deacon of Calvary Baptist, the man who had served in Afghanistan. What could I say to him about my adolescent problems that wouldn't sound silly? Yes I had lost a mother but he lost his wife. And my school counselor well she was one of the worst gossips in the town, and if she heard that the  Evangeline Summers wasn't content and would probably turn out just like her mother it would be around town before supper. I'm surrounded by people who don't  understand me, or want to. The only thing I can turn to is my pen pal Gabriel. We've been talking over CNNCT, an online community for people struggling with anything. He is my only hope about what awaits me outside the city limits. He is like the  window in my prison cell. The prettiest prison on Earth, the cells covered in cream paint and pale pink drapes. I wish we could meet for real so he'd see just how crazy it os here.

...Skip to First Day Of School...

I walked down the hallway to my locker silently, I didn't really have any friends here. Mostly because the only thing you could depend on them to do was tell their parents what I'd done that day.I wonder what they get out of knowing I made a 92 on my math test, maybe if they weren't so preoccupied with me they might be able to stop cheating on their spouses, lying to their children,and piling on debt paying for $$$$$$ parties but struggling to cough up that 10%. As I was thinking this I bumped into a tall warm wall. Wait a minute.......walls aren't warm.

I looked up and became enraptured with the deep dark brown eyes that were staring back at me. You ever had someone stare at you then look away well he looked at me like I was the only thing worth looking at. "Hi Church Mouse, I'm Carter what's your name,"he said his voice was so deep it thrummed through me before I could comprehend his words."I'm Evangeline Grace. You must be new here." I stated, wanting to be anywhere but here.

"Why do you say that Church Mouse",he chuckled. "Because',I said smiling"everyone from here is the same". " Yeah we should hang out sometime" he uttered unexpectedly. "I can't between practices and rehearsals and everything else, I just don't have the time" I whispered sadly. As I tried to walk away with a quiet goodbye he spun me back into his chest,and just held me there. "Now now, Evangeline. I don't think you're showing any of that good ol' southern hospitality I keep hearin' bout" he whispered in my ear, as he spun me to face him. Our lips were so close we were breathing the same air, for the first time in a long time I felt slightly ok. We were ripped out of our romantic fog by the ringing of the late bell. "Jeebers,I'm late. We gotta go before the hall monitor catches us". We quickly ran to our class managing to evade the monitors. As soon as we stepped into the class everyone's eyes fell on us, well mostly on the tall dark and handsome boy behind me. "Miss Summers is there a reason why you are late",my history teacher spat at me. I felt like I had cotton in my mouth, no matter how hard I tried no reply would come out. I was just about to start groveling when I was cut off.

"Sorry Mr.Tenison I'm new here and Ms. Evangeline here was making sure I could find my class", that seemed to shut the teacher up."Mr. Johnson why don't you tell the class a little about yourself,Ms.Summers have a seat".As Carter talked I finally had a chance to take him in, he was beautiful. Dark mocha skin, line backer build,plus he was at least 6'4. He had the charm of a Southern Gentleman, the most charming smile I'd ever seen,he looked like my father's waking nightmare. "Do you have a girlfriend",asked one of the 'wholesome' girls in our class. "No, but there is someone in the running", he replied. He sent me a wink that didn't go unnoticed by the WHOLE CLASS😶😶😶☕.

I tried hiding my blush behind my History book, but it was of no use. Carter came and sat by me, even when the teacher told him not to. I received glares from every girl in the class,Dear lord just kill me now. As I tried to pay attention I felt a warm hand crawling up my thigh, I shot Carter a death stare but he just looked forward like nuthin' was wrong. Every few minutes he would use his thumb to stroke my thigh, it was the most uncomfortable 55 minutes of my life. I was so glad at sat at an angle in which no one could see what he was doing. So that's how I spent the rest of class with a giant hand on my thigh and a massive blush in my cheeks.