Juveniles

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SUNLIGHT'S A BITCH, was her first thought that morning, as her still sensitive eyes came in contact with it that morning, she had forgotten to close the blinds last night before going to sleep and now she's regretting it. She could feel a small smile forming on her face when she remembered what happened yesterday, and all of a sudden she remembered Scarlett, she wondered if her best friend even knew that she was there. Judging from the fact that her door was still intact and hadn't been broken down yet, she was guessing no.

She slipped the cotton sheets off her bare legs, glancing at the clock in the room to see that it was still pretty early, she decided to do something productive and by that, she meant decorate her room. She pasted the pictures she had on the wall above her bed, setting the photo frame of her and her family on the bedside table by her bed, as she stared at it she couldn't help the rogue tear that slipped down her face and the nightmarish memories that fought to the surface.

"Mommy don't leave me. Wake up!, please Mommy." Little Evie cried as she stared at her mom, pale and lifeless.

"Daddy wake up!"

"Drake wake up! I-I pro-promise tha-that I won't tease you a-anymore, please wake up, please!"

"Don't leave me!, Don't leave me all alone!" Her little body racked violently as she sobbed.

Evie shook her head, trying to get rid of those memories, the day her family died, she died with them. She rarely ever smiles and when she does it's never real, the pain she tries so hard to suppress still managing to slip through the edges of her lips, she also doesn't laugh as much as she used to and when she does, the sound is always tainted by the hollowness that vibrates through her heart. She's not the same innocent, smiling and naïve little girl she once was. Now she's cold, defensive, distant and broken, guarding her heart for fear that she might and will get hurt again.

Her eyes hardened as she wiped the tear away, her walls building themselves back up. She stood up and headed towards the bathroom, like that whole thing didn't just happen. She did her business and had her shower, then headed to the closet to get her uniform.

It was baggy. It was so baggy that her first thought when she saw it was, was this a high school or a nunnery? She sighed while rolling her eyes.

She eventually ended up rolling up the skirt to above her knees and tucked in the shirt before rolling up the sleeves. After seeing how loose and big the jacket was, she replaced it with her leather jacket also rolled up to her elbows, showing off the tattoo on her left hand which started at her elbow before fading into the top of her hand.

After wondering what to do with her hair, she decided to half-braid the left side of her hair into four parts. She never really liked makeup so that was obviously out of the question. She took her bag slinging it on one shoulder. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt ready to conquer her enemies, or in this case, face her best friend again while surviving high school. Fun.

She stepped out the door, looking left then right but there didn't seem to be any sign of Matt anywhere, so she did the only reasonable and responsible thing she could think of. She walked away. She chuckled as she entered the elevator, already imagining his reaction to it. She hit the button for the third floor since if she remembered correctly, which she highly doubts judging from the fact that she barely paid attention to him during the whole tour, was where the cafeteria was.

The moment the elevators opened and she stepped out, everyone there turned to look at her. She paid it no mind though; the whispers and especially the guys smirking at her. She didn't even spare them a glance as she headed to the cafeteria. Once she stepped through the doors, the few people sitting near the door turned to stare at her, probably not recognising her.