Evon

Evon - Part 1 of Chapter 1

I had awoken solemnly to the noise of my alarm at 7:30 am. It was time for me to prepare for my first day of school, after recently moving to this shitty excuse of a town for my parent's work. I was not nervous for this day, as it was not the first time I've experienced introducing myself to students of glaring eyes, coarse whisperings, and soon after subjugated interviews to deem me to whom I've which to belong. Either or, I had given up trying, as I'll disappear in front of all their eyes within months, just to restart. Everything had already become a pattern to me, at the young age of 17, and I do not expect it to change anytime soon. My long, hazel brown hair will stay the same, my small, dark brown eyes will stay the same, my tanned, clear complexion will stay the same, and even my dark navy blue frames of my thin glasses, will too, stay the same at this rate.
    I clicked off the ringing of my alarm, and will do so in 24 hours too.

    I had left off towards my new school life at 8:00 am with only a raspberry yogurt in my one hand, and $10 in the other. School started at 8:30, and I've estimated a walk of 20 minutes, leaving me 10 minutes to spare, for those of you who couldn't do the basics of maths. Through my past experiences, I had learned it's better to arrive early than late, especially on the first day, as teachers will not only harass, but stab you with their stares if you have a bad first impression. Although subtle, I could tell those teachers were less lenient on me (though I cannot find any notable mistakes I've made) compared to the ones with a good impression, so I've decided to go with the latter and make life all the bit easier.
    At 8:15 am, only a 5 minute walk away, I noted that I had not seen any students with my uniform on, or people, in fact. By far, this depressing excuse of a town was the quietest I've lived in, and it made no sense why I had to be here of all places. Wouldn't it make more sense to move to a big city, with actual jobs, for work? I wouldn't know, my family has had more job changes than the amount of towns I've forgotten the name to. And yet, they continued to send me to school. Should I feel pity, or gratefulness?

    Before I knew it, I was standing before the front of the whiteboard in my classroom. My teacher was cupping his hands together, and gave me a squinting smile, begging me to introduce myself to, and in his own words, my 'companions'. I had taken a long, hard look at these 'companions' of mine, and counted up to 28 students, surprisingly high for the amount of citizens I've witnessed in this bleak excuse of a town. If one was given 28 seconds to label each and every type of student in the room, they could do so without fail. The procrastinators whom were still in dream land, the snobs who were snickering towards each other across the room, the nerds who already had their books out and open, the wannabe clown with a pencil on their lip, the blank stares—is it wrong to predetermine their traits when they're so obvious?
     In response to the system, and the teachers pleading, I had introduced myself as Evon, and just Evon. No more, no less needs to be said. The students' faces said the same as well, because, at max, only four showed interest in my sudden appearance. This too, was a surprise, but a welcomed one. My teacher continued on to usher me to my seat, all the way in the back, 2nd row from the second door. I had a student to the right of me, one in my front, and none to my left. Out of courtesy, my new seat mate to my right introduced herself as Amy, one of the snobs, in a quick, and fairly loud manner. She told me she would like to be friends, and insisted on showing me around this shitty excuse of a town with her friends. I did not know why, but I had agreed to her offer. Perhaps it was her wide grin that had convinced me in the moment. Contrary to Amy, the tall girl who's back was to me did not speak a word, in fact, she didn't even attempt to 'sneak a peek' at the new girl in school. Head straight forward, back aligned with chair, arms laying on desk—this girl sat like a robot because she is a blank starer.

    The school day had ended fairly quickly, faster than usual, and felt quite useless. Thanks to my constant moving, I'd been forced to adapt at the pace of each and every districts' education system, only for this abysmal excuse of a town to be behind my old one. Perhaps Amy's chattering with her friend across the room caused me to lose track of time, or my anticipation of waiting for the girl before me to move. All in all, it was the time to go to visit who knew where with Amy and her fellow followers.
     I had already toured the town once, for a brief moment , yet I had already suspected I could walk through all the filthy streets of this town within an hour or two, and flatter all the residents in less. However, this day was full of surprises, and I had learned it in fact takes four hours to walk through the city, or at least, at Amy's pace. During the whole time, Amy giggled her way to the nearest shops with her followers Jamie and Sophie (or should I dare to say, the three 'E's), exclaiming I should try 'Old man Will's mocha' or 'Aunt Catherine's pecan pies', or to even try the nearby hiking trails in the hills west of this dry town, not too far from my temporary residence.