A.N. I totally forgot!!! This story, characters, and all that jazz is MINE, so be a dear and don't steal it!
Pressure by Paramore
The Wonderful Life of EvaLynn Grove
After getting lectured about accepting rides from strangers, which, FYI, was an hour long, I was then asked 'What were you thinking!? Running into the woods like that!' my reply was something like 'Well, I didn't
like the thought of standing next to the burning building which, in case you missed it, was about to explode!' This earned me detention until next week. How many gruesome hours, you ask? Oh, well just until Ms.
Maple-the detaining officer- got tired of seeing my SILENT cheerful face. That would take forever. She liked to grade her freshmen English class essays during detention, which normally took until well after five.
Mark, however, being the goodie-two-shoes he is, didn't get detention with Ms. Maple; no he didn't have to hear a word of 'What were you thinking?!' No, he was golden. That was how our relationship works, I get
him into something, more than often though, he inspires me to tap into my more corruptive side, and us being so sneaky and such, get caught. While I get the lectures and detentions, Mark usually gets sympathy for
being so influenced by my evil mind, a pat on the head and a lollipop, along with front row seats to Mr. Hall vs. me. Lovely isn't it?
I honestly don't mind though. More time at school meant less time at home. Less time watching Mom scream at her current boyfriend, less time seeing my seven-year-old sister, Clerence, physically injure herself.
Not that little Clare means too, she's just accident prone. Last week, she accidentally electrocuted herself by dropping her butter knife into the toaster. Opps.
Other than that, I just like the quiet of detention. It gives me a chance to think or doodle or reflect on the meaning of life. Ha, you think I'm joking.
Well, now we all know what I just so happened to be doing. Fun? No. Especially when Ms. Maple kept correcting her student's grammar out loud, and I don't even get to bug Big Mike who is another regular. I really
have the feeling we're reaching a major breaking point. He no longer is threatening me with the prospect of my brains being splattered on the beautifully decorated desks. Actually, just the other day, Big Mike sent me
a love note. Granted, it had nothing noting affection anywhere on it, but it wasn't a death threat…its progress! Besides Big Mike, and Rider, and of course moi, there was no one who ever got detention in April's Hill
High.
The teenagers of this town are so GOOD, kinda like Mark. I give some life to this gossiping town. Fun? Yes. Huh, I know what the old ladies outside the post office are going to be talking about tomorrow. No, not
me. Almost. No, this time it's gonna be about how the towns petting farm's animals 'mysteriously' were let loose and how I just so happened to be standing next to the pony corral. Ha, it sucks for the caretaker of the
petting farm, Stan. He is the most obnoxious people I know. Tomorrow is going to be FUN.
When I finally got home at ten sharp, the house was silent, which was not very unusual for us. Mom turns the TV off promptly at six, when we sit and enjoy(gag) a family dinner. Then, normally Clare does something
resulting in the first aid kit and I skip off to my room, happily avoiding the chaos that I did not cause, and I entertain myself by finding something to do. Normally plotting. What did you expect when I don't have a
computer, car, television, not even a deck of cards?! Mom confiscated my last deck when the school ratted me out about my 'gambling problem'. I don't have a car because our town's so small, not a lot of people
drive. The kids though, tend to borrow their parents' cars and drive to the newest hot spot in a nearby bigger town. And why I don't have a computer, well, I DON'T know.
I walked silently through the house and got ready for bed. My bed routine: drop bag, turn light off, and drop dead on bed. It works. Especially tonight after six hours -let me repeat- six HOURS of helping: the gym
teacher, Mr. Garter, plan decorations for next months dance; Joe the janitor clean the classrooms; AND endure endless minutes of Ms. Maple saying "F, F, F, A! F, F, F…". All that was what made me fall into my
ancient quilt, not even noticing that my window was wide open, not the single shadow slightly darker than the rest directly outside my windowsill.
Another A.N. okay so sorry for the funny ending, I couldn't resist! Oh and I am counting the Fav Author results as reviews too…yes, I am that desperate! BUT I also am still looking for feedback, the only people I've shown this are my friends and as such, I have a feeling that they only say this is good because they are obligated. SO, feel free to prove me wrong!(that includes negativity)