I want to tell you about the last days of school and the rest of my life, Without sounding awfully cheesy and making this seem like some kind of journal, even though it is. My name is Evangeline, and no i have no cute stupid nicknames that make me seem cooky and different, im just plain old Evangeline Tully born and raised in Sydney Australia, well till i was 18. Now your thinking, oh sob story about parents breaking up or someone dying, sadly no, my life isnt that tragic and miserable, rather normal actually. Well normal enough for someone of 18. You know life hitting you square in the face, jobs, money, life. Not fun.

I came to that exact conclusion that my life wasn't headed in a fun direction in Sydney, after failing my exams and fluncing pretty much every class other then art i knew i needed some kind of new thing to get my life started. Lucky for me i had an aunt who happened to live in America. Naturally my parents had a fit when i told them my idea of going to stay in Washington with my aunt and cousin. It took months upon months to finally convince them that i needed to get away, sort of get some sort of direction. Especially after attemping a course in advertising and completely failing. Mum pretty much gave up and sighed her way all the way too the airport and suck me on a plane to Forkes Washington.

Now you see, my aunt is odd, she was always one to be 'comuning with nature' not that that was too weird, but she always had that 'out there were the buses dont run' sort of mind. Which thankfully was something i most certainly needed. As for my cousin, she was a year younger then i was and still in high school. I see her pretty much every year so we are pretty close. Clara looked nothing like me though, she was tall, brunette, pale with brown eyes. She was very very pretty, while i am sort of tom boyish. i only reach a good 5'4 and is petite so reaching high things and being noticed in large crouds arent my strong points. Clara on the other hand was a pale beauty.

But enough about them. i suppose you are kind of interested in what i look like i assume? Im nothing special really, its all a matter of opinion. As i said im a short girl and curvacious so weight gain is something of a problem. not that i was over weight of course, but i could easily slip into becomeing chubby.
My hair is long and honey blonde, reaching down to the middle of my back. i spend alot of time in the ocean as i live near the beach so my hair just always smells like salt. My skin is sun kissed which i think slims me down. im not too tan too look like burned white person, thank god. but the thing i liked the most was my eyes, a bright forest green that i adored. My eyes and my legs were the only two things i can live with.

I should probably get back to the story. So basically there i was on a plane to America, going to do god knows what in some backended down in Washinton. I was so bloody excited to say the least. Who fucking knows what my life could bring!