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*A/N*~ I really think I might be overwhelming myself having all of these stories going at once...but anyway...
Thanx to marybug6otnile for sparking this idea in my mind that one day when you brought your book from the library over. Lol. So funny how a book named "Deliver us from Evie" could make me think of this entire story! But, yeah. Thanx! lol
Chapter One: My Sister (Jonathan's POV)
My sister? Evie? Well...she's um...she's...I don't know exactly the right words to describe her...
Well, for starters, she's a librarian. And very serious when it comes to her work. But, because she's so much like our father, she likes archaeology and Egyptology more.
It's really funny to watch her whenever she's busy examining an Egyptian artifact. She sort of furrows her brows and even wrinkles up her nose at times while her mouth hangs slightly open.
She's bloody intelligent, that's for sure! Either those dumb Bembridge scholars didn't realize it for quite some time or they were just afraid of having a woman there as smart, no more smart, than the whole bloody lot of the men! But, I do understand that. After all, I had to grow up with her and believe me, having a smart woman around is definitely not always a good thing.
I remember back in school, she'd always out do me. The girl's eight years my junior and from the very beginning of her school days, she'd get straight A's in every subject. Me, on the other hand, well, I had never gotten an A in a single class. And how do you think our parents were about that? Exactly! They always told me how I should get my act together and be like Evie. Evie this and Evie that was just about all I heard when it came to school! The girl was known as a bloody saint! Doesn't that just annoy you?
Oh and that's not all she was perfect at! She never got in trouble and I mean never. Drove me friggin' insane! That's what drove me to drink, actually! ...Okay, so, I drank on my own. No one drove me to...but it would've drove anyone else to, I'm sure.
Of coarse, there's much more to her than that. She's...well she's nosy too. She can get into your business like no bloody other, which is at times very annoying.
What do I mean? Well...here's the example that happens most often:
I like to go out to the bar and have a few sips from...well, just from time to time. She's always getting to me about not drinking and all that rot. Like she's my bloody mother! Not only that, but if I want to keep a drink or two in my room shouldn't I bloody well be entitled to do so? Of coarse, she takes them and pours them down the drain when she finds them! I pay good money for those and she just pours them down the drain! Of all the bloody cheek... I am a grown man after all! I set my own rules and standards of life and I don't need her to come along and be so motherly about everything.
Oh, and the thing I definitely don't need from her are her lectures! My gosh, her lectures! They're as long as the body of a bloody blue whale, not to mention ten times as boring! Always telling me what I should and shouldn't do...that's what she does! She makes it seem as if that's all she's good for at times!
She's also a tattle. She's always been a tattle. Since the very time she learned to form words into sentences. The one thing I remember most about the year she was 4 was this sentence: "Jon Jon did a bad ting Mummy." Honestly! I heard that sentence every day of my life until she turned 6. Ha! The poor girl couldn't resist a bribe! She's grown out of that, though. Unfortunately, it's one of the few things she's grown out of...
But, on a higher note, she's always been there for me. When our parents died, I looked after her for only about a month it seems. Ever since then she's been looking after me. I hate to say it, but I've been bumming off of her since then too. I still live with her and don't have a job...she supports me, though, just like she always has. Gives me a reasonable amount of money whenever I really need it. Sometimes, I hold my own, but only with her help, since she buys whatever artifact I find to the museum.
Her heart's size is as big as that of her mind. She's extremely kind to all of the people she meets. Well, to all who deserve it...that wench Anck-su-namun is one of those special cases. Evie sure did give her a piece of her mind! She smacked her around for quite a while, so I've heard. I didn't get to see it, unfortunately, but I'm sure she was amazing.
But, kind as she may be, she has temper on her! She's pretty quick to anger at times. Especially with me! But, since it's me, she usually forgets about whatever I've done just as quickly. She used to me making her angry. Now, Alex and especially Rick aren't quite as lucky, but that's a different story entirely.
What else? Let's see...Ah! How could I have forgotten?! She always gets herself into trouble! And the reading of that damned book and the opening of that chest isn't all she's done! No! Many times before and between those two she's gotten herself into that. She got herself kidnapped about three different times! And of course, almost killed way too many to count. Well...I suppose those aren't really her fault... I guess trouble just follows her wherever she goes. It's a good thing she married that O'Connell, I guess. He protects her well enough.
You know, at first I was a bit reluctant to give her away to him. She'd always been my old mum, and then O'Connell came in and just stole her away from me. I have to admit I was a bit jealous of him. He came in a got her with such ease...something I believe only he could've done. But, she loves him...and...I really am glad it's him and not some other chap. It's not like I would've given her away to just anyone. I may put on that charade, but that's not the way it really is.
There are many other things about her. Like how she can brighten up a person's day with such great ease and how interesting it is to listen to her talk on a subject or how great it is to see her happy. But, I could go on with things like that for ages...
In short, she's an intelligent, annoying, nosy, cheeky, loving, kind, and temperamental librarian. But, in spite of the many faults she has, she's my old mum, my sister, and at times my best friend. She's my Evie and I love her.
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That's it for Jonathan's chapter! Did you like it? The next chappie will be Alex's POV. Want me to continue so that you can read it? Then review!
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EvelynC.O
*A/N*~ I really think I might be overwhelming myself having all of these stories going at once...but anyway...
Thanx to marybug6otnile for sparking this idea in my mind that one day when you brought your book from the library over. Lol. So funny how a book named "Deliver us from Evie" could make me think of this entire story! But, yeah. Thanx! lol
Chapter One: My Sister (Jonathan's POV)
My sister? Evie? Well...she's um...she's...I don't know exactly the right words to describe her...
Well, for starters, she's a librarian. And very serious when it comes to her work. But, because she's so much like our father, she likes archaeology and Egyptology more.
It's really funny to watch her whenever she's busy examining an Egyptian artifact. She sort of furrows her brows and even wrinkles up her nose at times while her mouth hangs slightly open.
She's bloody intelligent, that's for sure! Either those dumb Bembridge scholars didn't realize it for quite some time or they were just afraid of having a woman there as smart, no more smart, than the whole bloody lot of the men! But, I do understand that. After all, I had to grow up with her and believe me, having a smart woman around is definitely not always a good thing.
I remember back in school, she'd always out do me. The girl's eight years my junior and from the very beginning of her school days, she'd get straight A's in every subject. Me, on the other hand, well, I had never gotten an A in a single class. And how do you think our parents were about that? Exactly! They always told me how I should get my act together and be like Evie. Evie this and Evie that was just about all I heard when it came to school! The girl was known as a bloody saint! Doesn't that just annoy you?
Oh and that's not all she was perfect at! She never got in trouble and I mean never. Drove me friggin' insane! That's what drove me to drink, actually! ...Okay, so, I drank on my own. No one drove me to...but it would've drove anyone else to, I'm sure.
Of coarse, there's much more to her than that. She's...well she's nosy too. She can get into your business like no bloody other, which is at times very annoying.
What do I mean? Well...here's the example that happens most often:
I like to go out to the bar and have a few sips from...well, just from time to time. She's always getting to me about not drinking and all that rot. Like she's my bloody mother! Not only that, but if I want to keep a drink or two in my room shouldn't I bloody well be entitled to do so? Of coarse, she takes them and pours them down the drain when she finds them! I pay good money for those and she just pours them down the drain! Of all the bloody cheek... I am a grown man after all! I set my own rules and standards of life and I don't need her to come along and be so motherly about everything.
Oh, and the thing I definitely don't need from her are her lectures! My gosh, her lectures! They're as long as the body of a bloody blue whale, not to mention ten times as boring! Always telling me what I should and shouldn't do...that's what she does! She makes it seem as if that's all she's good for at times!
She's also a tattle. She's always been a tattle. Since the very time she learned to form words into sentences. The one thing I remember most about the year she was 4 was this sentence: "Jon Jon did a bad ting Mummy." Honestly! I heard that sentence every day of my life until she turned 6. Ha! The poor girl couldn't resist a bribe! She's grown out of that, though. Unfortunately, it's one of the few things she's grown out of...
But, on a higher note, she's always been there for me. When our parents died, I looked after her for only about a month it seems. Ever since then she's been looking after me. I hate to say it, but I've been bumming off of her since then too. I still live with her and don't have a job...she supports me, though, just like she always has. Gives me a reasonable amount of money whenever I really need it. Sometimes, I hold my own, but only with her help, since she buys whatever artifact I find to the museum.
Her heart's size is as big as that of her mind. She's extremely kind to all of the people she meets. Well, to all who deserve it...that wench Anck-su-namun is one of those special cases. Evie sure did give her a piece of her mind! She smacked her around for quite a while, so I've heard. I didn't get to see it, unfortunately, but I'm sure she was amazing.
But, kind as she may be, she has temper on her! She's pretty quick to anger at times. Especially with me! But, since it's me, she usually forgets about whatever I've done just as quickly. She used to me making her angry. Now, Alex and especially Rick aren't quite as lucky, but that's a different story entirely.
What else? Let's see...Ah! How could I have forgotten?! She always gets herself into trouble! And the reading of that damned book and the opening of that chest isn't all she's done! No! Many times before and between those two she's gotten herself into that. She got herself kidnapped about three different times! And of course, almost killed way too many to count. Well...I suppose those aren't really her fault... I guess trouble just follows her wherever she goes. It's a good thing she married that O'Connell, I guess. He protects her well enough.
You know, at first I was a bit reluctant to give her away to him. She'd always been my old mum, and then O'Connell came in and just stole her away from me. I have to admit I was a bit jealous of him. He came in a got her with such ease...something I believe only he could've done. But, she loves him...and...I really am glad it's him and not some other chap. It's not like I would've given her away to just anyone. I may put on that charade, but that's not the way it really is.
There are many other things about her. Like how she can brighten up a person's day with such great ease and how interesting it is to listen to her talk on a subject or how great it is to see her happy. But, I could go on with things like that for ages...
In short, she's an intelligent, annoying, nosy, cheeky, loving, kind, and temperamental librarian. But, in spite of the many faults she has, she's my old mum, my sister, and at times my best friend. She's my Evie and I love her.
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That's it for Jonathan's chapter! Did you like it? The next chappie will be Alex's POV. Want me to continue so that you can read it? Then review!
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EvelynC.O