I threaded my fingers through my hair, sighing. Hi, my name's Evangeline Mitchells, Logan Mitchell's sister. My brother was, and remains, the best boy that anyone could ever meet! Of course it's cocky, but it's really true. I mean, he did leave me for LA. But he actually asked me if I was going to be okay without him! How sweet, huh? Yeah, I said I was okay with it. But my life didn't really become okay.

See, I had become rebellious, albeit a bit slutty. My mom and dad were always horrified at the way I was dressed, but I didn't care. I mean, that's kind of why I did it. I would always tan, line my eyes heavily with sexy eyeliner and eye shadow, and I bleached my hair blonde. I dyed the front of my hair turquoise. I acted slutty, I wore my hair slutty.

Of course, I made sure that my family knew every single one of my sexiest adventures. It was fun to see them squirm; that happy little girl that they used to know is totally dead! Now, she's a pole dancer and stripper. I wasn't easy, trust me, but…I damn acted like it. I was always reminding my family of everything, like, "Hey, I have to pole dance tonight, so I won't be home till morning," or something like that.

Little did I know that I pushed them over the edge, and it resulted in my mom and dad driving me to the airport. I was sulking a bit, but still a bit happy; hey, I got to see Jennifer and Katie! I knew Momma Knight would be disappointed in how I dressed; in fact, she always told me that she was when I called.

I didn't have a choice now, did I? So, I called her. "Jennifer, it's Evangeline!" I said, and she chirped, "Good afternoon, sweetheart! Is there a reason you called?" "Yeah, I got kicked out because I drove my parents insane. They told me that I need to visit with my brother." I sighed into the phone, scowling at my glaring parents.

"You know, if you don't dress so…skimpily and you re-dyed your hair, stopped pole dancing and stripping, then you wouldn't be in this mess." Jennifer sighed, "I'm so disappointed in you, Evangeline." I heard someone ask who the hell Evangeline was, but she yelled at them to be quiet, and so they were.

I just lost it; my temper was really very short these days. And so I said, snapping, "Well, thank you for that advice, Jen. I'll see you in the morning."

"Oh, honey, I'm-" But I snapped my phone shut, seething.

In short, the ride over wasn't fun. I was trapped with my deranged, mental, stupidly obsessed parents. No, really! They wanted Logan, and they didn't get him. So, they just cut his part of the pictures out and pasted them all over the mirrors. I know, right?

It didn't help that I wanted to kick off my last day with them with a bang. So, before boarding my plane, I said, "I just wanted you to know that I'm a lesbian. Kiss kiss!" And I ran onto my plane, scared for my life back here. I wasn't really a lesbian, but…too late to apologize!

That's how I left Minnesota looking like a slutty lesbian.

Hi! I'm sorry it's not too good/long, I mean…It's my first fanfic! So…In short, Evangeline comes off as a bratty, rebellious girl who likes to annoy her parents. Let me explain a bit.

Her parents never really wanted her, but they couldn't give her up, so they kept her. They fawned over Logan, but she was left on her own.

He left, they wanted him back, and turned to her to be Logan. But she hated it, so she became the least likely sister of Logan possible.

R&R! :D Thanks for reading!

Dragon :3