A girl who just trys to live her life but everything seems to be going against her. One thing that keeps her from tearing apart is her garden filled with the beautiful flowers, but her favorite being Marigolds. Will another thing or person help her...
All of these are going to be in Evelyns pov unless said otherwise
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"Good morning mother!" I greet my mom in the kitchen. She's making some eggs on the stove and i take a seat on the chair.
"Good morning, Sweetie." She looks over her shoulder and smiles at me. "What seems to have you in a good mood this morning?" She goes back to making the eggs. She's always around in the morning to make us breakfast. Sometimes she goes and gets us donuts on Friday's!
"Well let's see, what day is it today?" asking my mom. I grab an apple from the fruit basket on the counter.
"The 20th of May. What does that have to do with anything?" I can't tell if she's really oblivious or if she's just playing along.
"Oh come on mom, it's the last day of school!" I get up and hug her from behind.
"Oh ya, now I remember. Why are excited, I thought you liked learning?" She kisses my forehead.
"I do, it's just that I'm glad I get to spend a whole summer away from Bowers and his gang. I've never been a fan of them." I let go of my mother and take a bite of the apple in my hand. I always tell her when sonething happens at school. She's the only friend I've got to talk to.
"Oh sweetie, do not let them get to you. If anything happens, get your brother." She scolds me, like It's obvious. I have all the right to be afraid, they are very scary human beings. Everyone else agrees with me.
"Like he would do anything." I sneakily murmur under my breath. He's not really a good big brother. He seems to pick on me almost as much as Henry.
He does a shitty job as a sibling. He never looks after me and always picks on me. I try to reason with him, but he seems to be in his own world. He makes it pretty obvious that he doesn't want me around. He'd probably be happy as an only child. We were really great friends when we were younger, but after our dad passed away, he was never the same. It seems like he forgets that he was my father too. Maybe things will change this summer.
I snap out of my longing thoughts and look at the time on the stove, 7:30.
"I'm going to go water my plants, mother. Tell Mason I'm out back when he's ready to go to school." I swiftly hop off the chair and throw the apple in the garbage on my way out. I step into the breezy spring air transitioning to the humid summer air. Soon enough i follow the stone path to my precious garden that keeps me stable in this cruel world.
I grab the watering can and walk over to the hose and fill it to the rim. I walk back over to the garden filled with vibrant flowers and start to hum as I pour the water onto the soil. I find myself swaying to the humming and i sweep into my own world. I walk along the garden and reach my most beloved Marigolds. I kneel down by them and touch the golden pedals.
"Today is going to be a good day, I hope." I speak to the flower as if it can hear me. I tend to do this a lot. I try being a normal kid, but that usually never works out.
"Evelyn! Evelyn Marie! Get your crazy ass over hear before I leave without you!" His voice breaks me out of my thoughts. His voice echoing into the sky and calling my name like a damn dog.
"Coming Mason!" I yell back at him. I get up and brush the dirt off of my knees. "Goodbye Winston." I whisper to the brightening flower. I rush off to the front of the house where my brother awaits for me.
I see him leaning against the red vehicle with his feet crossed. "Took you long enough." He snickers at me. I hop into the passengers side and he goes to the drivers seat.
"Sorry, just had to quickly water my plants." I shyly say to him, even though he doesn't care. For the rest of the ride I keep my head low and pass the time counting the trees on the way to school.
"You ready for the last day of school? I know I am." Mason practically says in a jolly voice. He's actually trying to have a conversation with me. What a concept.
"Yes! I can't wait to be home all summer and away from Henry Bowers." My mood changes just from saying his name.
"Hey, he's just a little baby on the inside and he's probably just jealous because you're so smart." Mason reaches over and messes up my hair.
Why is he acting like that? Just last night he threw a pillow at me because I was reading a book. Apparently I should have been doing his homework or something. No one's complaining that he's in a good mood though.
"Ya, I wish." We arrive to the school and I pop out of the vehicle.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I'll be hanging out with Grace after school, so you'll have to walk home." He takes his bag out of the car and he begins walking to class. I follow shortly behind him.
"Wait, you cant. I have to bring home my art project." I'm yelling at my brother, but before I can even get two words out, he travels into the school greeting all his friends and acting as if I was never there.
I had counted 32 trees on my way to school that day. It calms me knowing that those 32 trees will always be there while I'm here.
