The deep black abyss; known as night. Some fear it, but others, like myself, thrive in it. I've always felt close to the moon and stars. They make me feel powerful and alive. The way they shine seems like they are watching over me, like a protector. Running at night is exhilarating. Feeling the cool, crisp air hitting my face and blowing through my hair; freeing me. Knowing nothing can stop me from feeling this way is amazing.
I am almost in a trance. Who knows how long I have been running; or where I am even at. That trance is broken instantly when my music stops playing as I receive a text on my phone. I stop hard, allowing my legs to catch up to me almost instantly.
"Call me. Now!" the text reads. It's from my favorite mother, probably noticing that it's almost midnight on a school night and I'm nowhere to be found. I dial the number knowing my ear is about to be screamed off.
"Evangeline! Where are you?! It's almost midnight and you have school in the morning!" the voice shouts from the other end.
"I went for a run. I'm on my way home now." I say trying to calm her down.
"Okay. I am going to bed. We will talk about these late night runs tomorrow. Get home." She says then hangs up.
I realize I am not far from home; only a mile or two, so I make it home quickly. I am home in less than ten minutes and in bed in twelve. I sleep soundly now that I've burnt off all of my extra energy. I wake up to the lovely sound of my alarm clock. I wish I could break that thing. I slowly get up and make my way to the shower, only to find my brother hogging the bathroom.
"Seriously Kyle, you get up half an hour earlier than I do! You should be done by now!" I yell through the locked door.
"Maybe you should not stay out till midnight and get up earlier if it's such a problem." I hear my mom yell from the kitchen.
Just to clarify, this woman is not my real mom. Nor is she my brother's real mom. Kyle and I were born two years apart. He's a few years older than me, and in college. Somehow 4 years makes us 100% opposites. He plays sports and has a ton of friends, while I am a band geek with only a few close friends. We look nothing alike either. He's the tall, blonde haired, blue eyed child; and I am the short, brown haired, brown eyed girl. Anyways, our "mom" isn't really our mom. Our biological mother, also named Evangeline, disappeared a few days after I was born. No one really knows what happened; they just came in to check on her and she was gone without a trace. They looked for her for months, but never found anything. This left my dad heart-broken so he changed my name from Emalia to Evangeline because I looked like her and he wanted a reminder of her. I don't remember her at all, but according to my dad I am a lot like her. Kyle remembers her more and says the same thing. SO, after about a year or being a single parent our dad, Gerry, met Sonya. They got married about a year later and she became our legal guardian. Kyle had more issues adjusting to Sonya than I did, although now they seem to get along better than I do with her. She had two kids from a previous marriage and now I have a little brother and sister. Ellie is six and Mason is eight. Her two other kids are Riley, who is one of my best friends, and Eric who we don't see often.
After I became a teenager, Sonya began to try to mold me into what she wanted, which was opposite of what I wanted. She wanted me to be an athlete or dancer, while I wanted to be in band and be more artistic. When we started clashing is when I started to get into trouble. I would sneak out to parties and just get into trouble. I would go out and when she found out, she would try to punish me. My dad was gone a lot so he never saw any of this until one of our fights got so bad Riley called him and said something had to be done. After that my dad stayed home more to make sure everything was okay. I remember one of our conversations that hit me the hardest; he had said "I wish your mother was here. She would know what to do." That's when I realized I needed to change. I started hanging around Riley and her friends, which were a good influence on me and I quit everything to focus on school and friends.
Kyle had the same types of problems. Sonya was too pushy in how she wanted us to act. She even got Eric in on trying to change him. They had been close as kids, being only 6 months apart. When Kyle matured slower than him they started fighting, which is why Eric only comes around on holidays.
This is what I was thinking about when I was getting ready. Skipping my shower, I just went and brushed my hair and pulled it into a crappy bun. I threw on my favorite jeans, a purple tank top, and my favorite gray Columbia hoodie.
"Ah, senioritis at its best." I said to my reflection. For those of you that don't know what senioritis is the definition is "A crippling disease that strikes high school seniors. Symptoms include: laziness, an over-excessive wearing of track pants, old athletic shirts, sweatpants, athletic shorts, and sweatshirts. Also features a lack of studying, repeated absences, and a generally dismissive attitude. The only known cure is a phenomenon known as Graduation." After four years of high school you just don't care how you look anymore.
I ran downstairs, trying to avoid my mother, and out the door where Riley was waiting in the car. I jumped in the driver's side and started the 2003 Chevy. I plugged in my IPod and Hollywood Undead came from the speakers.
"I can't believe meanie face got you to listen to this stuff." She said with a smile in her voice.
"I know, right? I never listened to this stuff before, but now because it's all we listen to I like it." I responded hiding my secret obsession with this music.
Meanie face is my best friend, Jake. We've been best friends for two years. We know everything about each other. There is nothing I would never tell that kid. We listen to each other and try to give good advice, plus we hangout without it being weird, especially because he doesn't exactly get along with my boyfriend, Tyler.
We drove to school with 20 minutes before school was going to start and walked through the cold, early spring air. How I managed to run in this temperature last night I'll never understand. Riley tried to hide how cold she really was, but failed and had to put her hood over her bleached hair.
"I thought it was spring." She said sounding frustrated.
"You forget we live in Michigan." I respond with quickly.
We finish our walk quickly into the warm school. I unfold my arms allowing my hands to start warming up a bit. The senior hallway is almost completely empty still and will be until about five minutes before class. The only reason I get here so early is to see Tyler,since we go to separate schools this year. I open my locker and throw my backpack on a hanger then start to take my homework out of it. When I stand back up I feel a shock of cold suddenly under my shirt.
"Damn it!" I yell down the hallway while turning around to see Jake standing there with a smirk on his face.
"I forgot to warn you my hands were cold." He said laughing at my reaction.
"This is why I hate you sometimes" I say not amused with his humor.
"No you don't." he said pulling his hands off my stomach.
"You're a jerk." I said laughing.
"I know." He said smiling, "So what does the great boyfriend have planned for your birthday?"
"Tyler and I are going to dinner. That's all I know of." I said without a smile. I don't know why these two can't get along, "Why will you not be nice to him?"
"I honestly don't know. All I'm saying is he better be treating my bestest friend right." He said sneering then smiling.
"He is; don't worry." I said giving him a reassuring hug.
"Okay good. I'm going to class; I'll text you later." He said as he turned around and walked away without another response or facial expression. He's upset, I can tell. I started dating Tyler when Jake was with his ex- girlfriend. Now they don't get along at all because Jake thinks he's no good for me, but I love Tyler even if we do fight.
"What was that about?" Riley said coming up behind me.
"Clearly, he finally admitted he loves you and you shot him down." Aubrey, my other short friend, said sarcastically.
"That's not even funny; if he liked me he'd tell me." I replied seriously, "Let's go to our usual spot and get off the subject."
We stand in our usual corridor off the main hall way and talk. Soon our other friends Emma, Kaylee, Callie, Sydney, and Charlotte show up. After about ten minutes the warning bell rings.
"Great, I now have to make it across the school in one minute." I say.
"Oh I'll walk with you." Callie says, "I need to show you baby pictures anyways."
We walk to class slowly while she shows me new pictures of her two month old son, Chance. By the time I get to class I'm almost five minutes late, but my teacher doesn't notice at all; and so starts another day of my excitingly boring life.
Hello my fellow writers. This is the beginning of a new story. It's very rough since I haven't really written anything like this in a very long time. Any negative reviews keep to yourself please. I am very rusty and hopefully it will get better with each chapter. I know this is a very slow beginning, but I promise it will get better once the story gets moving more. Also, my boyfriend's name will most likely change once my actual boyfriend quits being a pain a picks a real name…
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Shelbyrose012