Evelyn's Past
*~Okay, although a lot of people think of Evelyn as a slut or a whore or whatever, I happened to think she had a lot of class in the movie, and was a very elegant sophisticated woman. I got to thinking about generations how stuff is different and all of that, and ended up with this story about how I imagined Evelyn's past to of been; hence title. Please review!!!! Oh and I'm assuming that Evelyn was roughly 24 in the movie, I don't know her exact age, but try and go with it. ^_^*~
13 years old, New York New York
"Ev, c'me on, we're gonna be late." the rather high, almost squeak-ish at times voice of her best friend since the fourth grade, Sarah Lynn McGuire, as they stamped her foot impatiently, and glanced down at her watch and then back at their school, which was only for a few more antagonizing moments down the road.
"Sarah Lynn, I know. Give me a minute, I need to put on my jacket, it's freezing out here." she said and placed her books and lunch on the damp ground by her feet as she fixed her jacket and began to button the large black buttons on her black coat. As her slender fingers slowly made their way up her row of buttons she heard Sarah Lynn sigh impatiently and she said, "Oh honestly, it's two seconds. We have Language Arts first anyways, Sister Mari Catherine is probably still asleep at her desk, she won't notice if we're a minute late. And anyways, you know how easily I get cold."
Rolling her eyes, Sarah Lynn motioned to her jacket which was hanging across her arm and said, "Aww Ev, come on. It's not even that cold I mean I'm not even wearing my jacket, and I don't think it's cold."
As she finished the last button, she knealt to pick up her books and then stood back upright and said, "It's what 59 degrees? It's freezing, and you know it. I would much rather have it be 110 degrees then this."
And yes that was quite true, Evelyn Johnson was the type of person who got cold easily, "You just have thin blood sweetheart" her military father had once told her, but; and she didn't know if this quite had anytihng to do with "blood weight", she was perfectly content with weather that was in the 100's or the 90's.
"Oh for god's sake how cares? Come on." Sarah Lynn said and grabbed Evelyn's small wrist and pulled her down the road, half running and laughing to the large, brick, nearly ominous building that they often called school.
They got into the school just in time, as Evelyn was about to turn down the hall to her locker to put away her jacket, they heard the bell ring and Sarah Lynn who was just about to slam her locker shut said, "Don't bother, here, hurry just throw it in here."
After stuffing Evelyn's jacket into Sarah Lynn's already nearly over flowing locker, they skidded into the Language Arts classroom moments before Sister Cathrine was about to shut the door.
Both girls winced under her sharp gaze, not wanting to be yelled at over a few precious moments of tardiness, and breathed deep sighs of relief when she merely motioned to their seats and then walked stiffly back up to her desk in the front of the room, her Nun's outfit standing out boldly against the white white floor and walls of the school.
As the two girls settled into their seats, they heard Sister Mari Catherine pull out a manilla folder and say, "Today girls, we will be starting our newest writing project, "What we want to be when we grow up", since you girls are in the eighth grade now, I expect them to be at a minimun three pages, cursive mind you, and passed in a week from next Tuesday. You may begin now."
Pulling out her notebook and pen, Evelyn neatly wrote her name in an already elegant cursive and thought about what to write. She glanced back at Sarah Lynn and saw her scribbling away in her half-print half-cursive scrawl and knew what she was writing about, becoming a famous ballirena and staring in that famous play, The Nutcracker. Sarah Lynn was a shoe in for ballet, she was tall, already a stricking 5'6 and thin with a grace and pose almost unexpected for a girl of her bubbly but often anxious personality.
Evelyn, on the other hand, wasn't quite built to be a ballerina. She wasn't that tall about 5'2 or so, and although she was slender, she still didn't quite look like the other girls in her grade, her figure had already "blossomed" out and she wore her hair about 3/4 the length of her back, usually pinned back at her crown with a pin or a long braid. Her eyes were dark and her lips were full, and at the so-calledly fragile age of thirteen she had already accquired a certain grace not even popular amongst most about adults.
She was bright for a girl of her age, had high marks and pleasant mannerisim's during class made her apt to be a teacher's favorite, but her lack of school-girl giggles and quick whispers about Tom's new bike or Mike's new hair cut showed an air of higher maturity to a lot of her teacher's which almost seemed to push her out a bit, make her seem a little different.
Fiddling with the pen, she thought about what she wanted to do with her life. She was joining to finish high school, that was obvious. She over- heard other girls whispering about becoming "flappers" or "having connections with speak easies" but Evelyn had merely rolled her eyes at those thoughts. She didn't want anything to do with booz or dancing, although she had to admit, Jazz was quite nice. She thought about her family, and the lives they had chosen...
Her father was a Colonel in the Marines and her mother was a secretary. Although Evelyn was neat, sitting behind a desk all day and having order's be barked at her by a man who didn't even know her name wasn't her idea of a job. "Something to do with the military would be interesting though.." she thought and began to doodle little lines along the sides of her paper.
She knew she couldn't be a soldier, that was obvious, only men were soldiers. But she also knew that nurses were women, and that they were involved with the military too, she calculated roughly in her mind that by the time she had to get a carrer and support herself, it would be the late thirties to early fourties, and figured that she would be able to get through an kind of nursing school or program that was required.
Glancing around Evelyn saw little snatches of what other girls had written, "a singer" "a teacher" and then some of the more ambitous girls in her class had written things like, "a scholar" or "a doctor."
Well, Evelyn figured, as she picked up her pen again and let it's tip hit the lined paper infront of her if she can be a doctor, I can be a nurse....
*~Okay, I know it's not much of a first chapter, it's really just an introduction to the type of lives Evelyn's and her friends probably lead, and how I imagined her personality and such. I wasn't too sure about women's job's and such in that time era, or when nurses in the militarybecame popular, so if my times and stuff, please don't burn me at the stake over it. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! or else I won't add more! Thanks a ton.*~
*~Okay, although a lot of people think of Evelyn as a slut or a whore or whatever, I happened to think she had a lot of class in the movie, and was a very elegant sophisticated woman. I got to thinking about generations how stuff is different and all of that, and ended up with this story about how I imagined Evelyn's past to of been; hence title. Please review!!!! Oh and I'm assuming that Evelyn was roughly 24 in the movie, I don't know her exact age, but try and go with it. ^_^*~
13 years old, New York New York
"Ev, c'me on, we're gonna be late." the rather high, almost squeak-ish at times voice of her best friend since the fourth grade, Sarah Lynn McGuire, as they stamped her foot impatiently, and glanced down at her watch and then back at their school, which was only for a few more antagonizing moments down the road.
"Sarah Lynn, I know. Give me a minute, I need to put on my jacket, it's freezing out here." she said and placed her books and lunch on the damp ground by her feet as she fixed her jacket and began to button the large black buttons on her black coat. As her slender fingers slowly made their way up her row of buttons she heard Sarah Lynn sigh impatiently and she said, "Oh honestly, it's two seconds. We have Language Arts first anyways, Sister Mari Catherine is probably still asleep at her desk, she won't notice if we're a minute late. And anyways, you know how easily I get cold."
Rolling her eyes, Sarah Lynn motioned to her jacket which was hanging across her arm and said, "Aww Ev, come on. It's not even that cold I mean I'm not even wearing my jacket, and I don't think it's cold."
As she finished the last button, she knealt to pick up her books and then stood back upright and said, "It's what 59 degrees? It's freezing, and you know it. I would much rather have it be 110 degrees then this."
And yes that was quite true, Evelyn Johnson was the type of person who got cold easily, "You just have thin blood sweetheart" her military father had once told her, but; and she didn't know if this quite had anytihng to do with "blood weight", she was perfectly content with weather that was in the 100's or the 90's.
"Oh for god's sake how cares? Come on." Sarah Lynn said and grabbed Evelyn's small wrist and pulled her down the road, half running and laughing to the large, brick, nearly ominous building that they often called school.
They got into the school just in time, as Evelyn was about to turn down the hall to her locker to put away her jacket, they heard the bell ring and Sarah Lynn who was just about to slam her locker shut said, "Don't bother, here, hurry just throw it in here."
After stuffing Evelyn's jacket into Sarah Lynn's already nearly over flowing locker, they skidded into the Language Arts classroom moments before Sister Cathrine was about to shut the door.
Both girls winced under her sharp gaze, not wanting to be yelled at over a few precious moments of tardiness, and breathed deep sighs of relief when she merely motioned to their seats and then walked stiffly back up to her desk in the front of the room, her Nun's outfit standing out boldly against the white white floor and walls of the school.
As the two girls settled into their seats, they heard Sister Mari Catherine pull out a manilla folder and say, "Today girls, we will be starting our newest writing project, "What we want to be when we grow up", since you girls are in the eighth grade now, I expect them to be at a minimun three pages, cursive mind you, and passed in a week from next Tuesday. You may begin now."
Pulling out her notebook and pen, Evelyn neatly wrote her name in an already elegant cursive and thought about what to write. She glanced back at Sarah Lynn and saw her scribbling away in her half-print half-cursive scrawl and knew what she was writing about, becoming a famous ballirena and staring in that famous play, The Nutcracker. Sarah Lynn was a shoe in for ballet, she was tall, already a stricking 5'6 and thin with a grace and pose almost unexpected for a girl of her bubbly but often anxious personality.
Evelyn, on the other hand, wasn't quite built to be a ballerina. She wasn't that tall about 5'2 or so, and although she was slender, she still didn't quite look like the other girls in her grade, her figure had already "blossomed" out and she wore her hair about 3/4 the length of her back, usually pinned back at her crown with a pin or a long braid. Her eyes were dark and her lips were full, and at the so-calledly fragile age of thirteen she had already accquired a certain grace not even popular amongst most about adults.
She was bright for a girl of her age, had high marks and pleasant mannerisim's during class made her apt to be a teacher's favorite, but her lack of school-girl giggles and quick whispers about Tom's new bike or Mike's new hair cut showed an air of higher maturity to a lot of her teacher's which almost seemed to push her out a bit, make her seem a little different.
Fiddling with the pen, she thought about what she wanted to do with her life. She was joining to finish high school, that was obvious. She over- heard other girls whispering about becoming "flappers" or "having connections with speak easies" but Evelyn had merely rolled her eyes at those thoughts. She didn't want anything to do with booz or dancing, although she had to admit, Jazz was quite nice. She thought about her family, and the lives they had chosen...
Her father was a Colonel in the Marines and her mother was a secretary. Although Evelyn was neat, sitting behind a desk all day and having order's be barked at her by a man who didn't even know her name wasn't her idea of a job. "Something to do with the military would be interesting though.." she thought and began to doodle little lines along the sides of her paper.
She knew she couldn't be a soldier, that was obvious, only men were soldiers. But she also knew that nurses were women, and that they were involved with the military too, she calculated roughly in her mind that by the time she had to get a carrer and support herself, it would be the late thirties to early fourties, and figured that she would be able to get through an kind of nursing school or program that was required.
Glancing around Evelyn saw little snatches of what other girls had written, "a singer" "a teacher" and then some of the more ambitous girls in her class had written things like, "a scholar" or "a doctor."
Well, Evelyn figured, as she picked up her pen again and let it's tip hit the lined paper infront of her if she can be a doctor, I can be a nurse....
*~Okay, I know it's not much of a first chapter, it's really just an introduction to the type of lives Evelyn's and her friends probably lead, and how I imagined her personality and such. I wasn't too sure about women's job's and such in that time era, or when nurses in the militarybecame popular, so if my times and stuff, please don't burn me at the stake over it. REVIEW!!!!!!!!!! or else I won't add more! Thanks a ton.*~