Who is Blake Evans

It never rains in Deep town

I run a few steps, my white canvas shoes tip toeing along the mud and around the puddles. It's pouring now, I brush wet strands of hair away from my eyes. I'm five minutes away and I might be completely soaked when I get there. Why did I choose this outfit? Why didn't I get a ride with Mom an hour ago? Why do I always seem to make the wrong decisions?

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"Thank god." I look at my reflection in the school's bathroom mirror. I wouldn't admit to this but I like how the rain messed up my hair. If only I were wearing boots and a waterproof jacket this look would have been sensational and comfortable. Mental note: a bit of rain looks good on me.

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-Why are you so late? - Jane asks, her big doll eyes looking up at me. I shrug and sit down next to her. - Are those new shoes? - I nod - I didn't know it would rain either but Jamie drove me.

-It's strange how in an otherwise sunny town in the middle of a desert in plain June it just starts raining cats and dogs. Some might say it's a bad omen. I wouldn't trust anyone new who came in to town this morning. - Angela Jenkins interrupts making Jane and I feel extremely weirded out. - I'm just saying.

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The weather clears up and there's a few sun rays shining through the few clouds still in the sky. Later, in the outside eating area I'm trying very hard to peel an orange and getting juice all over myself and Jane taps my shoulder and scares me.

-Do you think she's right? There's a new boy in our school, he's from Europe, everyone was asking him questions before you came in. Do you think he's you know, evil?

-First of all, don't ever listen to a word Angela Jenkins says. Second, I didn't notice anyone new. But I was still half asleep. If I could open this orange maybe I could get some nutrients and my brain would start working.

-Here. - she takes the orange from my slippery hands and it takes her a few seconds to give me back neatly separated orange slices. I'm impressed and start shoving the slices a few at a time in my mouth like a hungry wolf.

-So cute, you were hungry. - she hands me a rosy perfumed tissue that doesn't do almost anything to clean the mess in my hands and face.

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It takes me a moment to realize what I'm seeing. It was so fast and almost immediately a crowd formed around him. I don't know why; I never show that I care but in a few seconds I'm right there in front of him.

-He's dead! - someone yells. My body freezes but then I shake my head. No, he can't be dead I just know he's... Pretending? He's lying down in the middle of the road and a car with a teacher inside is parked right in front. She steps out of the vehicle; she has a hand on her heart and she crouches down next to the immobile boy.

-How did you run so fast? - Jane says catching her breath. - What happened? - I keep looking at the scene ahead.

Suddenly the boy gets up, he bows to the audience and then hugs the teacher, who is stunned, helping her to bow as well. Everyone is quiet but then one person claps then another and then there's a whole crowd cheering. The teacher stands back from the embrace and makes a frown. She quietly gets back in her car and starts driving away. The boy jumps from in front of her and waves her goodbye. He bowed again and ran into the crowd and away to the inside of the school building leaving a crowd of happy, confused and some frowny faces.

-Close your mouth or something might get in, darling. - Jane says touching my chin which is hanging from surprise.

-I knew he was faking it; I just knew it! - I say it a bit too loud and people look over. - Who is he? Is he the new guy?

-Yes. Maybe Angel-

-Don't say it. It's just a coincidence. - a look of anger and confusion on my face.

-Yeah, it's probably nothing... - Jane says quietly without much conviction just to make me feel better. - Let's go to class, it's about to start.

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At home I take off my shoes angrily and throw them in the washing machine. That weird scene with the new guy rubbed me the wrong way. I didn't have a particularly good day anyway, soaked from head to toe, late to class, covered in orange juice and then that happened. It pisses me off how someone can play with a teacher like that and go as far as to ask for applause. It's just not right.

My phone beeps, it's a message from Jane:

Hey there sweety pops are you feeling better?

I noticed that today wasn't a very fun day for you.

I answer:

I'm feeling... ok.

Thank u (:

A message from Jane always makes me feel better. She's got a sweetness in her that is unmatched. I hope some of it rubs off on me.