Author's Note: Hey! So I started this Story Eons ago and looking back it needs major work. So this will be TAKE TWO of Anything But Ordinary. Wish me luck. I plan on finishing this delaying Romantic-Comedy by the end of this summer :) (6/4/2010).

This story was written for Sherry Gil, to remind her of our childhood and the crazy things we did. We had big dreams and each went our separate ways, but the memories will never fade.

PS- This is your early Wedding Gift.

Chapter One

She scrambled through the paper work trying hard to keep her composure. Hoping she hadn't misplaced the document. Her desk looked like a recycling center covered with papers of sketches, messages, order forms, magazines and mail.

"Evelyn! Did you find them yet?" Screamed a voice from the other room. "I need those sketches on my desk NOW!"

"I'm coming." God, where the hell did I place those sketches. She's going to ripe my head off and use it to decorate her office. She kept looking through paper after paper. Feeling the sweat build up on her upper lip. Then suddenly she felt the door to the office open. As she looked up her nerves eased and the tension that was spreading through her body slowly diminished. By the door stood a young girl, in her mid- twenties with long, curly brownish- red hair. As she entered the room she brought an aura with her. She had gorgeous green eyes and an olive complexion. She wasn't very tall, but she still dominated the room with simply a smile. As Evelyn saw her, her faced snapped from panic to joy in a mere instant.

"Hey what's going on?"

"Margo is looking for Victor's sketches. Have you seen them? I put them on my desk somewhere and as you can see they've completely disappeared." Evelyn stated in a rather low tone.

"I gave her those sketches yesterday. I put them in the Fall Design folder along with Emily's sketches. As soon as you put them on top of that trash pile you call a desk, I took them. Shoot I'm still looking for my lucky pen I placed on top of that desk three months ago. You think I'm going to let you put those sketches there too? I know you better than that Eve."

"Then why the hell has she been screaming and nagging all morning, when she has them?" Evelyn replied, point at Margo's office with a rather frustrated expression on her face. Diana simply smiled.

"I gotchu, watch this." She walked towards the Margo's office door, clicks of her black pumps a warning of her upcoming arrival. "Margo! Have you been having margaritas for breakfast again?" The young girl entered the room, leaving behind a smiling Evelyn.

Evelyn plopped back to her seat and took in a deep breath. She grabbed the head band that was around her wrist and tied her wavy, black locks back in a ponytail. Her bangs placed to one side. It had been three years since she decided to take the job as Margo Chanel's intern. Diana had sworn that the internship would get them places. But Margo's bitchy attitude never really suited her. If it weren't for Diana's laid-back-I-Don't-Give-A-Fuck-If-She's-Margo-Chanel attitude helping her get through the day, she would have had a nervous melt down months ago. As she heard screams and laughter coming from Margo's office she started on the task of finally cleaning her desk and sorting through the mail.

Evelyn Martinez had always been bright and determined. Life was never kind enough to her in the beginning. She had to be strong and brave, at the beginning. She never let her guard down, but she also never let the hard times get the best of her. She was a lot of who she is she had gotten from her mother. Her wavy black hair, her sky blue eyes, and the flawless porcelain skin she wore she brilliantly. She was far from the down-to-earth, innocent girl-next-door everyone always confused her for. Sure she had her grace and patience, something she inherited from her mother. But she was also stubborn, hot-headed and very feisty, traits her father had managed to "bless" her with.

Evelyn Irene Martinez was the daughter of Evelys Barlow and Johan Martinez, high school sweethearts who at the age of 16 became parents of their first child, Jason. Evelys Barlow was drop dead gorgeous. Her smile lit up a room along with her sky blue eyes. Her wavy, black hair gave her a mysterious feel, and when her heart fell for Johan Martinez, nothing stopped him from giving in to her. They grew into adults together, sharing the struggles of living in a low-income urban district. Times were always hard, but by the time they got pregnant with their second child, Evelyn, things were looking up. They had relocated to a bigger house, and finally had degrees to hang in their home office. The family was finally going places and things were looking up. The new baby was something everyone awaited for...

There's a saying that when the water is still, one can never truly see the dangers that lay before them.

On May 28th, 1985, Evelys gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She had rosy-red cheeks, and a head full of black hair. She looked just like a porcelain doll. However, Evelys saw very little of her daughter, in fact Evelys never really met her daughter. Evelyn was raced out of the ER after her birth, minutes after the delivery Evelys started to hemorrhage. After an on going battle to save her life the doctor's couldn't save her, Evelys died. And with her death, Evelys brought a world-wind of trouble to daughter's life.

Life is never meant to be easy, but love and a sense of belonging always makes the hard times go by faster. Evelyn never truly had that at home. Most would think that blaming a newborn for their mother's death seemed irrational and unfair, but Johan showed no sign of sympathy for the infant. He became distant and resentful. His depression and spiteful attitude after his wife's death gave way to a wave of tragedies in the family. He began to take his anger out on his kids, especially Evelyn. Evelyn spent the majority of her childhood in a hospital bed due to broken bones and fractures.

Their father became a monster to whom they often battled against. By age 8, Evelyn had grown into a mature, little girl with school being her priority in life and her older brother her guardian. Jason got custody of his sister as soon as he turned 18, and though raising a kid on his own was never easy, his love for his sister and desire for a stable, happy home gave him grit. At first it wasn't easy, moving became a routine for the two, always running from the nightmare their father was. It wasn't until Evelyn reached high school that they had lost sight of Johan Martinez. The years she had spent under his care had scarred her, but the years with her brother had done some healing. Things started to look up finally and that's when she started to live.

Jason wasn't a bad father either, though sometimes he wished Eve was a boy, because explaining the female reproductive system was never something he was ready for. Jason always admired his sister's resemblance to their mother. Growing up he would stare at her in her sleep remembering his mother and her bed-time stories, along with her lullabies; Evelys had an amazing voice.

High School for Evelyn was a blast; she made friends, had a functional lifestyle and finally had some type of stability. There she met Diana, the very outspoken, very witty, and need less to say "ghetto superstar" who roamed the halls of Crenshaw High. Diana's outgoing and up beat nature seemed to attract people to her. So when Diana was the one who seemed intrigued by the silent, smart girl in class who always laughed at her outrageous behavior, things took a twist. Crenshaw High was introduced to a dynamic duo. The two became sisters, always confiding in each other and cheering each other on. And after 10 years of meeting, Diana and Evelyn managed to never split. They got into The New York Art Institute on full scholarships, graduated top of their class, and managed to end up here, in Polyamory Designs. Where they were both being driven crazy by Margo Chanel, one of New York's most esteemed Fashion Designers of the 21st century. A woman with very particular taste, and an alcohol problem that brought the worst out of her. But they both managed thinking that someday it would be their names who everyone would speak of. Evelyn and Diana's knowledge and love for fashion made them rare in the industry. Something that Margo Chanel knew, and hid from the rest of the industry…

Diana walked out of Margo's office to find Evelyn staring into space. She looked pale and speechless. After calling for her 20 times and not receiving a response, Diana became worried.

"EVE!" Diana yelled while snapping her finger in front of the black heads face.

"Dang! I hate when you do that. What?"

"Hey don't get snippy with me young lady, you were so zoned out I thought you died with your eyes open. What were you thinking about?"

"Sorry D, I was just thinking about the past." Evelyn stated as she stared at the letter in her hand. It read to Evelyn I. Martinez from the Rogers Richardson Psychiatric Ward in Boston Massachusetts.

"The past? Why?" Diana stared puzzlingly at Evelyn as she handed her the closed envelope. "Rogers Richardson Psychiatric Ward, 3049 sip street, Boston Massachusetts…" Diana looked up from the envelope and stared at Evelyn, "It's about him isn't it?" Evelyn never answered; she simply nodded yes, with an empty stare on face.

The past somehow finds its way to the present, no matter how far you run or how long you hide. Not until it is confronted does it stop from haunting your life.