Okeys here. Tis I, optimisticlier! I have come here to write fan fiction! Ah ha ha ha! Okay, Hello, my names... optimistic? Lier? Like it matters, anyways this is my fist fanfiction, titled 'Best Worst Nightmare' (No duh?) Can you tell that it's 1 o'clock in the morning? I am so friggen tired... Anyways, please enjoy it, Please RR, and I hope you enjoy my very first Fanfic!
"Angel?" my mother said in an endearing way as she turned her head behind the car seat to look back at me, "Make sure you stay safe, I don't want you getting hurt, okay?" she said as she started to assemble my bangs away from my eyes, "You really are a pretty girl Evan, you shouldn't have your bangs in your face all the time." She said, fussing with her hair. Evan sighed, and swatted her bangs angrily before smoothing them to her forehead. Like she cared what they looked like. "It's fine mama." She said to her mother, getting little annoyed as she tried to brush aside her mother's concerns.
Evangeline, that's me by the way, was going camping with her best friend Ashley and her family. They had invited me to go with them, and Ashleys family were the granola type. They went on regular camping trips, and she rarely saw her when the weatherman said that the week would be bright and sunny during the summer months.
Her mothers front teeth clamped over her lower lip, like she did when she was thinking or nervous, "You have your pepper spray, right?" she asked her worriedly, her hands reaching out to the backpack at Evans feet. She snatched the bag away before her mother could reach it, "Its fine, see?" she said, grabbing the can out of a side pocket, "I will be perfectly safe, okay?"
Evan wasn't really that annoyed with her mother now that she really thought of it. Her mother was just worried she supposed. If you feel like a backround story, Evans father had died when she was younger, in a motorcycle accident, so her mother was used to it just being Evan and herself, forming one of those close, yet over protective bonds. After all, if Evan was gone, what would she do? She knew she was all her mother had. She appreciated, and respected her mom. Raising a child as single parent in a small society like Roslyn ( A town in the Cascades, a mountain range that divided Washington in half) was hard. She worked in the local diner as a waitress, basically living off the tips of the local residents.
Today Evan (what she was called by the majority of others for simplicities sake)and Ashley's family were camping in the upper Cascades, a camping lot that was favored by those who lived in the area, a nice place, that was named after a creek that ran through it. She guessed it was somthing like 'Cold Water', or another name that reminded her of the suburbs. She remembered her father had taken her there when she was younger with her mother. Her mom had told her stories of their regular hikes, and over night stays.
"Okay mama, see you soon okay?" she said as she reached over her mothers seat and kissed her cheek quickly, "Bye bye, love you!" she said hurriedly as she pushed open the passenger door, and scampered down the dirt sidewalk to where Ashley's family car, or rather truck was waiting, it's ignition pipe looked like it was in over drive with all that gray smoke. Evan had to rethink how she had called them granolas. She heard her mothers muffled words "Buh bye Angel, be safe!" as she opened the trucks door to the back seat
Ashley smiled and grabbed Evan's backpack as she launched herself onto the seat beside her, "We're going to have so much fun!" Ashley shrieked as she set Evans backpack on the grimy, dirt packed car carpet."It gets boring being there alone!" she said with a quick worried glance to her parents. "Good thing I'm here! We'll have so much fun our heads will explode!" Evan said, laughing a long with her friend.
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The sun was going down and all the tents were set up for the night, reminding her of an Arabian caravan, or maybe she thought, something almost identical to one of those, except modified to be a part of a magical medieval world. She smiled to herself, telling her mind to remember that one for a future story. Yes you heard correctly, Evan Merit might liked to imagine herself as a best selling author, Fantasy if she keeps her mind sane through later years, Adults always seemed to loose their spunk after a while, and she hoped it wasn't programmed into human DNA, or she would be screwed in the future. Evan pinned her hope on that hopefully Peter Pan would show up one day, and spirit her off the Never land. But than again, could lost boys read?
"It's getting dark." she said, looking around at the family one by one, Ashley's mom, a pretty older woman with shining light brown hair, Ashley's father, a graying man who had striking blue eyes, and than Ashley, who had a combination of both her parents. She stopped at her and gave her a mocking wink.
"Your right." her mother said, "Here, I'll get the stones to make a fireplace. Who wants to get the wood?" she said as she started over to the creek that had a promising assortment of rocks. "Here, I'll get it." I told her, planning on being the polite child whom all parents adored.
"Ah, Angeline, it fine, you never know who's out there." said Ashley's father in his deep gruff voice, putting down a large case of sodas in the back of his pickup. She had always liked him, he was a nice man.
Evan laughed, and waved him away, "No no, I'm fine, I have some pepper spray in my backpack. Your busy anyways." I told him motioning with my head at the truck, as I tore the bags straps away from my shoulders, opening the side pocket to show him the tin can. He hesitated, before nodding "Just don't go to far." he said in thoughtful voice, "And scream if you see anything suspicious, we don't want you getting hurt."
Evan smiled and nodded as she set the backpack on the ground, and gripped the pepper spray in her hand. "Here, I'll come with you!" Ashley said as she scrambled out or our tent with her long brown hair up in a ponytail. Evan felt a short twinge of jealousy, her hair was to short to do anything with to fancy with. She was starting to wonder why she had wanted such unbelievably short hair, in such an erratic color. Evan ignored her envy, and gave Ashley an exaggerated thumbs up, "Okay dokey than!" she said to her, " Safety in numbers I suppose?" she added laughing, earning herself a roll of the eyes from Ashley, "Like I would let you go alone." she said with an annoyed face.
Her parents nodded, expecting that one as the two girls skipped out of the camp site to start their search for usable twigs. After a short while, both of them had an armful of dry sticks fit for a fire. Not exactly hard, but not as easy as it should be. Living in Washington wasn't exactly ideal for those who had grown up in different climates. It was cold, which really wasn't that big of a deal, both most people found the little bit of rain, well actually a lot of rain, hard to deal with. Evan didn't mind, she had grown up in the climate, and it only bothered her when the inside of her pant leg would get soaked on her way back from school. That was never fun.
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Evan scuffed up the dirt and pine needles at her feet as the two of them stopped to look around for no apparent reason. Evan sighed as she looked around her at the mass of fern, and a handfull of rotting tree trunks. All of it seemed to have a reddish tint, due to the time of day more than likely. "I'm tired..." Ashley said out of the blue, more than likely for lack of anything else to fill in the empty space.
Evan was about to nod, before a rush of adrenaline ambushed her body, filling her body with the sickening feeling that she should run, and run quickly. Her eyes quickly scanned the area, her senses heightened as she analyzed ever pine bough, and every boulder in her eyes path. Wolves? (AN: I don't remember if we have wolves here...) She didn't hear them. Grizzly Bear? She couldn't see any, and they were usually noticeable, even in the dense foliage. She breathed out slowly, feeling the urge to touch her chest and feel her heart beat, but her hands were full of branches. She felt like she had just had a heart attack.
"Evan?" Ashley said, looking at her suspiciously, "Are you okay?" she said, walking slowly to her. She laughed nervously, "Whoa there... I had one of those moments when you feel like your going to die." she told her, looking at her with wide eyes. Ashley snorted, "You've always been paranoid." she said, trying to make her feel better, though a poor attempt Evan noted. She motioned the way back to the camp with her head, "Let's hurry anyways, you never know." she said. Ashley was ever the realist, and she started to walk quickly back to their camp.
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Evan's head was under the safety of her sleeping bag, playing with the slippery material that made up her bed with her fingers. Her body was telling her to sleep, but her mind wasn't cooperating. So here she was, lying awake in what had to be the middle of the night. She didn't really mind though. She liked to think at night. Which was probably why she had sleeping problems. She laughed to herself, she liked the time she had at night. No one could bother her than. She was free to think of whatever she wanted, imagine whatever she felt like.
She unintentionally sighed. What childish wishes she had.
Sometimes she wondered why she wasn't like other people. Why couldn't she want new clothes, or wish for popularity? Of course she couldn't. She was Evangeline Merit of course. That weird girl that read in class. The odd one that wished she was a fictional character. How stupid, right? The closest thing she could get to that was writing, and it barely kept her satisfied.
She groaned and snapped the sleeping bag back as she sat up in the tent. Why did she torture herself like that? Criticizing herself. She didn't have any real problems. She should be thankful, she told herself. She tried to let her mind wander, and attempted to listen to the soft breathing coming from the other side of the tent.
Ashley really was a great person, she thought to herself. She was one of those things she should be thankful for. Ashley accepted Evan, and stayed by her side when others would tease her. Her mother too,she of course would love her no matter what. She nodded to herself, she should be completely, and absolutely content. She rested her head on her hand absentmindedly as she felt herself become a little happier.
She listened to Ashley's breathing again, and soon noticed the noise of the rushing creek in the background. Without giving a second thought, she unzipped the tent, and stepped out in her bare feet with a lantern, treading carefully on the dirt ground as she walked to the creek. She felt spontaneous, and magical. The air around her smelt fresh and clean as she inhaled it deeply, and decided to walk down the stream a while, until she found a good rock to sit on, not thinking of anything but how nice the setting was. She walked for a few minutes, not thinking of the danger she was putting herself in. Later in life she would blame how tired she was. She wiped the dirt off the large boulder before she hoisted herself onto the over sized rock. She felt like she belonged in a story book, with the light glowing off the creeks shining surface, and the crickets chirping in the background.
Than she felt it again. That unbearable feeling that something was watching her. She paused, glancing around the area. The light would scare off any animals, and if it was human she was a fast runner, and she could spray the- she gasped.
She had left her pepper spray in the tent. What and idiot. What a stupid freak. Her heart started to thump wildly in her chest, and her body began to shake violently, and the light cast by the lantern moved erratically, and her head twitched in all directions, searching the premises.
What a stupid idiot she was. What an idiotic moron. She was going to die. Oh my god,she was going to die. "N-no!" she squeaked. She wasn't going to die, no, all she had to do was get out of there. If she screamed, than someone would come and get her, she would be perfectly-
A lighting fast bolt fled past her light, inhumanly fast. Unreal. No, it wasn't real. This wasn't happening to her. This wasn't happening at all. Nothing ever happened to her. Not real. Not real. Not real. Shock took over her body, and the lantern slipped from her hands, her mind being enveloped in the smoky comfort of darkness.
The last thing on her mind was the sering sensation of unbearable pain. Sick, unreal pain.
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