This is the rewritten version of "The Life of a Teenage Freak". Frankly I think this one is a whole lot better. Now, If you have nothing nice to say about my story, Don't review. I love it when people like my story and Its wonderful when it gets Favorited but if you don't like it, just don't read it. I got one comment that made me feel like crap about my story so if you don't like it, don't flame. The flamer may have not meant it to sound as harsh as it did but it was still way out of line. It does not make you a better person and it doesn't make you look like a good writer. It makes you seem like a jerk who thinks that they know everything. If you have something to say about my story like a suggestion or a comment about something you don't like, please be discrete about it and chose your words carefully and kindly. The comment even went as far as to make me change my character's name. It really discouraged me. So please, if you have the desire to review, do not flame. Thank you.

-Kanga

Chapter one

Evangeline Leslie Green (Edited)

The bright sunlight beamed down into my eyes, blinding me, as a lay in the vibrant green grass of the school's empty football field. It was summer vacation so no one was playing, thank God. I am really not in the mood to get hit in the face by one of those black and white balls. My shortish blond hair blew in my eyes slightly. I lifted up my phone to see what time it was. "1:54." I mumbled to myself. "Where the hell is he?" My best friend Carson was supposed to be here hours ago. I bet he chickened out. Today he was going to finally have a first date with the girl he likes, my friend Abby. He wanted me to come along and give him moral support, at first, but yesterday he informed me that this was really going to be a double date. When he told me this, I literally almost killed him. He told me I was stuck with Abby's older brother Kenneth. I'm not saying that Kenny isn't attractive or a good guy, it's just that he's not my type.

It May seem odd to a lot of people for a boy and girl to be best friends with out them dating, but as Carson and I say 'we beat the stereotype'. I don't even see how anyone could even think I would date someone as popular and as out of my league as Carson. I'm just me. Simple, plain, ordinary, Evangeline. I really try to look pretty, but oh well, that's not happening.

To be honest I don't have many friends. Most of my friends are guys because, well face it, girls are bitches. I only have a few because I'm not the most popular person in school. I try to avoid people because of my problem. Yet, sometimes a someone will worm their way past my protective shielding and become my friend. Besides, if someone is willing to go through that much effort just to be your friend, then they are defiantly worth it. So far I have Carson, Abby, Paul, Stephan, and Eddy.

I finally decided that after a two-hour wait that he wasn't coming. As I stood up I stretched my arms and began to walk away. Suddenly I could hear the faint sound of foot steps running up behind me. I then felt a hand wrap around my arm. Out of pure instinct I whirled around and kicked my attacker square in the family gems. "Oh my god!" He shouted as he fell to his knees and hunched over, in pain. It was Carson. "Eve! Why would you do that?" He said in a high voice.

I tried to help him up. "Well, frankly I didn't know it was you!" I yelled. "God! I thought you were a rapist or something!"

"Well I'm not so stop yelling at me." He whimpered in pain.

"I'm sorry. But, if you would have come on time, we wouldn't be having this talk. Now, would we?" I said in a sarcastic tone.

"I'm sorry, too. My mom made me clean my cave." He laughed, now using his deep voice. "I swear I never knew that I owned half the stuff I just found in that room!" We both started laughing.

"So ready to go, Handsome?" I smiled and playfully nudged him with my hip.

"Why, yes." We began walking to the ice cream shop to meet Abby and her brother.

"By the way, you do know that I shall never forgive you for this as long as you live, right?" I smiled up at him. I hate the fact that I'm so short. It's not exactly intimidating when your mad at a person and they tower over you like a giant. Five foot. Not intimidating at all.

"Yeah I know. But someday I will make up for all the pain you will suffer today." He sighed.

I looked up at him again this time with a serious face. "Carson. Just promise me one thing." I looked down at the ground as we continued to walk.

"Anything." He smiled. "Just don't kill me after the date."

I smiled weakly, still staring at the ground. "This is gonna sound stupid, so don't laugh, Ok?"

"Sure." Carson was starting to sound worried.

"Just promise me that no matter what happens, you will always be my friend." I said slowly.

Carson Stopped dead in his tracks and took my hand. "What's wrong, Eve?" He asked in a worried tone of voice.

"Nothing."

"Tell me." He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, Carson. I'm just not ready to talk about it yet, OK?" As I said this his eyebrows furrowed and a serious look appeared on his kind face.

"Are you alright? Did someone hurt you?" He cracked his knuckles.

"No, Carson. It's just a problem I have." I looked away from him.

"What, kind of problem?"

"I guess you could call it a medical problem." I sighed and started walking again.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa!" He grabbed my arm again but I just kept walking so he followed. "What kind of problem are we talking about?" He paused. "It's not Cancer is it?"

"No. Nothing serious like that." I sighed. "I'm not ready to talk about it yet. Can we just drop it? Besides we're late for our date."

He let go of my arm slowly and we increased our pace, in order to get there on time. "Just remember to come to me when you feel like talking about it, ok?" He said quietly as he opened the door of the 50's style ice cream shop. I stepped into the small store and sighed with relief as the cold air of the A.C. hit my face. It was nice to finally get away from the scorching Australia heat, that only worsened as summer progressed. I just thank my parents for settling down here in Sydney instead of in central Australia. As long as I'm near the ocean, like I have been my entire life, I'm happy.

Carson lead me over to a small booth where two blonds were sitting. One was Abby looking half asleep, and sitting across from her was her nervous looking older brother. He was looking at a spoon. It wasn't in his hand, it just sat on the table in front of him as he just stared at it. Literally just sitting there looking at a spoon. This is why I am not looking forward to this. "Hey, Abs!" Carson smiled widely at her. "Sorry we're late. Mom made me clean my room." He sat next to her and I just stood there. Looking at Kenneth. He looked terrified. He was most likely staring at the spoon to avoid any eye contact. I Waved a hand in front of his face and he slowly looked up at me.

"Hey Kenny." I waved at him.

"H-Hey." He said quietly as he scooted over in order for me to sit next to him. I graciously accepted and sat down. He looked away from me, blushing ever so slightly. I stared off into space awkwardly. Today I had taken the liberty to wear one of my... Lower cut tops for the date. It doesn't show everything but just enough to make a shy boy like Kenneth blush.

"Soooo..." Carson Said awkwardly. "Abby, how are you?"

"Good." She said simply saying nothing more.

"Riiiight." He said slowly. "Lets order, shall we?" We all glanced at the menu and Carson waved over a waitress.

"What can I get for you kids?" The kind woman said. I looked at her name tag and it said 'Morien'.

"Root beer float." I smiled and nudged Kenneth in the ribs. He was still staring off into space.

"Same." He mumbled, rubbing his side.

"Banana split." Abby sighed. It seems that currently, because of the awkward atmosphere, no one is quite comfortable here at the moment.

"Death by chocolate." Carson sighed and smiled weakly acknowledging everyone's mood. This isn't exactly how he was expecting this first date to go. Now he defiantly had no chance of a second one. The waitress smiled and took our orders to the counter.

"So Kenny, how old are you now?" I asked trying to start an conversation.

"Seventeen. How bout you?" He looked at me with nervous eyes.

"Sixteen." I smiled.

"Cool." After he said this we returned to our uncomfortable silence. I noticed that Carson and Abby were now chatting away. Probably about something that made no sense to a sophisticated mind. I looked back over to Kenneth and he looked at me. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't do this much." He sighed.

"It's Ok. Neither do I." I Smiled shyly at him and he smiled back. "So what do you do for fun?"

"During school I'm on the basketball team but in the summer I swim."

"I'm on the Swimming team during school, and I practice as much as I can in the summer."

"Cool."

"Yeeeah..." He looked at me expectantly again. waiting for me to speak. "Sooo... Do you like music?"

"Yeah. It's ok." He took a sip of water. "You?"

"Music is basically my life." I laughed. "My brother, Colby, got me into it when I was six."

"Really? Was he into it a lot?"

"Yeah. You could say that." I smiled. "He works with a lot of band from all over the world. They come to him for photo shoots and music videos, stuff like that."

"He's a photographer?" He asked.

"Yeah. The best day of my life was when he took me to meet Marianas Trench last month. I got to spend an entire weekend with Josh Ramsay!" I said happily he leaned on his elbow and smiled at me. We both laughed lightly. Carson looked at us for a second but looked away when I noticed him. Kenny and I attempted, and failed to make conversation. As we spoke, the food came. We ate and drank in silence. The date had returned to awkward.

"so. Um." He said quietly.

"Yes?" I said trying to help him gather his words.

"D-do you want to do this again sometime?" He asked in a hopeful voice.

I was in the middle of drinking my float and began coughing. Carson stood up and walked over to me. "You ok Eve?" He sat down on the edge of my side of the booth. Kenny became squished up against the wall.

"Y-yeah. Fine, Carson." I coughed. I am sure as hell not going to do this again. Carson looked worried. "Seriously, Carson. I'm fine." I pushed pushed him slightly. He took the message and went back over to Abby. They continued their awkward conversation but Kenny and I just stayed silent. Well that was until one of the waitresses tripped and a glass of water came flying towards Carson's head. I threw out my hands and it stopped in mid air. Abby dropped her spoon and almost screamed. Carson's eyes widened and he looked at me. The glass fell to the floor and broke but the water stayed in the air. A woman in the booth beside us screamed.

"She's a mutant!" A man across the room yelled. I released the water and let it fall to the floor. I stood up and ran out the tinted glass doors of the shop. I ran down the street as fast as I could.

"Eve!" A voice behind me yelled. It was Carson but I kept running. "Evangeline!" He shouted again, sightly closer. I slowed for a second but then picked up my pace again. I ran for a long time. All the way out to the beach to come to a stop at the point where the tide touches your toes. "Eve." he placed a shaking hand on my shoulder, but I shook it of. "What was that?" He asked in a quivering voice.

"You heard him." I slowly turned to face him. "That's what I am. A mutant."

He sucked in some air, and took it all in. "So that's what the thing you weren't ready to talk about was?"

"Yes." I nodded and he took a step back. I looked away from him and stared of into the distance of the ocean.

He was silent for a long time. "Who else knows?"

"Not a soul."

"How did this happen to you?"

"I don't know. It's not something you can choose. It's like it chooses you. I was born this way but my abilities just surfaced last December. It was taking a bath and discovered that I could manipulate water." He took another step back as I explained. I sat down in the sand and he sat a few feet away from me as we stared off into the sunset.

"What are you going to do?" He asked scooting slightly closer to me. "When are you telling your parents?"

"Never."

"What?"

"I will never tell them!" I shouted. "Do you really think that they would accept it? How could they? They would hate me!"

"How could anyone hate you?" Carson whispered.

"I'm a mutant, Carson."

"So what?" He scooted even closer to me so that our sides touched. "You've been my best friend since kindergarten. Just because you change a little doesn't mean we can't be friends." Carson looked at me with a sad face.

"You're not scared?" My eyes widened.

"Terrified." I looked away but he put his hand under my chin and forced me to look at him. "I'm terrified of your powers." He paused. "But... You're my best girl." He smiled weakly. "I will always be here for you."

"Carson..." I tried to speak but he just leaned over and gave me a hug. "I don't know what to say..." I whispered. "Thank you."

"Your like a sister to me. I love you." He held me tighter. Then pulled away quickly. He was blushing. "J-just as a friend."

"I love you too, Carson." I said with tears fighting to be released, yet freedom was something that was not allowed.

"Let's get you home." He took my hand and guided me to my feet. He wrapped his arm around me and kept it there as he walked me back to town. I hadn't realized how far I had ran from the city. I was about a mile down the coast line. Never underestimate the power of my legs. We walked slowly in silence towards my small house, conveniently located on the beach. I gave Carson a hug and he kissed the top of my head. We both turned to gaze at the now setting sun. "It's getting late." He stated.

"Yeah." I said quietly.

"Are you gonna be Ok?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah." I turned towards the house and began to walk up the wooden steps. "Goodnight, Carson."

"Goodnight, Eve." He turned and walked slowly, towards his own home. I walked up the rest of the stairs and opened the clean glass door. I quickly stepped in and silently closed the door. I was trying to avoid my talkative mother preparing to ask me every little detail about my date.

"Evangeline. Come into le living room, please." My father's deep voice echoed though the house. "We need to talk."

Well that was fun. Please review! Dedicated to the flamer. How do you like me now!

-Kanga