Evangeline MapleLeaf Fernlilly Rosethorne and the Volcano of Souls

Chapter One

I sigh as I run my smooth hands through my mousy brown hair. There was nothing particularly special about me, Evangeline MapleLeaf FernLilly Rosethorne. Just a teenage girl living in New York, apartment 328. I pay taxes.

"Evangeline MapleLeaf Fernlilly Rosethorne! Come down for breakest or you'll miss the bus!" My mom yelled, kindly. She was beautiful and the only one who called me by my first name. She also payed taxes. I sighed, realizing my hair wouldn't do what I'd ever want it to do. "Seriouly! Evangeline mapleleaf fernlilly Rosethorne! You don't want to be late to your first day of school, deer!"

I grab a piece of toast on my way out. I sighed. Dad always used to make toast. I shake my head. I don't want to remember him. Remembering things is just a way of hurting yourself.

I walked on to the bus, sighing, instantly regretting not choosing to walk the four and half miles. "Hey there, FlowerPower!" I hear a familiar voice say. I roll my eyes, taking the nearest seat next to me. My best friend, Chrystal Emerald, saved a seat for me.

"Don't pay attention to them," Chrystal said in her sweet, melodic voice, "They're just being mean." I sighed, knowing she was right. "Anyway, I made a flower crown for you." Chrystal put it on my head. She knows my undying love for flowers. We talked until we arrived at school.

When we arrived we saw a kid, this kid was the most annoying person in the school, Jayden-Kayden-Hayden-Blake. I hated him. My friend, Chrystal told me, "just ignore him, he's too fat for you!" I replied, "but ignoring people is mean, why would you want me to be mean?" "Because he freaking deserves it." 

We walked into the school empty handed, I guess I forgot my flower powder at home. I use that powder to help me live. If I don't have that every hour then I will die from flowerides. The worst disease. I guess I better call my mom then. I head to the office to use their phone—I don't have one, Mom says they cause cancer. When I opened the door I saw a boy. I didn't recognize him, so he must be new this year. He has blond curly hair and wore a sweatshirt and worn out vans. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I wasn't close to him, yet I could still see his starkingly bright blue eyeballs. I grabbed the phone, the old rusty phone and dialed my mom's memorized number.

She picked up and said, "Hello?"

"Hey Mom, it's Evangeline MapleLeaf Fernlilly Rosethorne. I forgot my flowerpowder—you know, the kind that makes me live? Could you bring here for me?

"Sure honey. I just got out of the shower, so give 10 minutes."

"Okay, thanks mom."

I hung up the phone and placed on the hook. I felt this rush coming in, it was so sudden. My knees felt weak and soon they collapsed. My eyes rolled back into my head as everything went dark.