This is my first fan fic, so try to be a little nice. Please review and enjoy. Thanks.
Evelyn's POV
I woke up on my desk and groggily looked around. I had fallen asleep at my desk, again. I saved my work on my laptop and shut it down. After that I stretched and glanced at the clock. I silently swore to myself; I only had thirty-five minutes until I had to be at school. Unfortunately, it takes me about twenty minutes to get to school. Hopefully Mrs. Donahue, the ringleader of this circus(aka woman in charge of the orphanage), would not notice that I was a little late getting up, though I was pretty quiet. I stuffed my school things into my messenger bag and listened to see if anyone was taking a shower in the nearest bathroom. It wasn't always bad living in an orphanage. People tend to mind their own business, though sometimes it's suppose to be like one big family, which can get annoying. Other times, it's so hectic, especially with only two girl bathrooms. Luckily, the one closer to mine was not being used. I gathered my things I needed for a shower and quietly tip-toed across the hall. I only took a two minute shower, really short compared to the rest of the girls here, and tried to brush and dry my hair as fast as I could. My dark hair still slumped over my olive face. I stared back at myself in the mirror. Why was I so different? I didn't mean how I looked, but how I acted and thought. Nobody seemed to get me and I didn't really get along with them. I sighed and dressed in my jeans, t-shirt, and my jacket. It didn't always snow here this early in winter, but it always seemed cold. Or that could be just me. Massachusetts is a very historical state, which I liked, but even better is that it seemed very easy to disappear in the city, Norwood. It wasn't huge like Boston, but big enough to be forgotten. I walked across the hall to my bedroom and glanced at the clock. I only had five minutes to eat breakfast and get ready for school. I rushed to pull on my socks and shoes.
"EVELYN! Where are you?! Hurry up or we'll be late!" I heard Mrs. Donahue yell at me. I winced and hurried to stuff my book and notebook in my bag and ran downstairs. I found Mrs. Donahue and the other high schoolers, though I was the only freshmen, that lived here waiting for me.
"Sleep in again, Evey deary?" Adam called. He always wanted to irk me to get me to talk, but I'm proud to say I've never given in to his games. I stayed silent and grabbed some toast from the kitchen.
"Ready finally, Evelyn?" Mrs. Donahue asked me impatiently. I stared at her and slightly nodded my head. We filed out to the huge van that she drives to the high school and I sat down in the back in my usual spot. The ride was pretty quiet on the way there, but for what reason I had no idea. Something about today was different; I had no idea whether it was good or bad. We got out at the high school and slowly walked our ways towards our first class.
I walked to my locker and got out my history book. I was glad to have my favorite subject as my first class. It usually lets me have a good start to my day. I read my book all the way to my first class. I walked around groups of people without looking up, which I had perfected this since at least the beginning of middle school. It was important to have this skill when you talked to very little people and loved to read. I closed my book and opened the door to my history class. I sat down at my seat and waited for the class to start. The bell rang and Mr. Nasomi, the teacher, was talking to a girl at his desk, who seemed to be new. He stood up and cleared his throat. It instantly went quiet. Intrigued, I looked up.
"Class, this is Max. She's the new kid, so show her around and be nice," he said to the class. Max surveyed the class as he talked. She didn't seem too nervous like most new kids that I had seen. When she looked in my direction and we stared at each other. She looked so familiar. I just couldn't remember where I had seen her before. When she saw me, her eyes widened slightly, showing surprise. Immediately after, however, she composed herself as if nothing happened. Her seat was behind me, I found out, as she walked to her seat. I shuttered on the inside trying to figure out what had just happened. The hair on the back of my neck seemed to prickle and I could tell Max must have been watching me.
I was restless the rest of the period and I just couldn't figure out where I had seen her. I quickly finished my homework and turned it in early. Max had done the same and our hands brushed as we put our papers in the basket. We looked at each other and her breath stopped for a second as she saw my face. I was kind of freaked out. Sure, I looked weird sometimes, but I wasn't that scary. I kept my face expressionless and turned away. That blond hair triggered something deep in my memory. She couldn't have been from where I was, that would be practically impossible. Practically... which didn't mean it was impossible. Just very, very, very improbable.
