Disclaimer: I do not own the Sinclairs.
Evelyn shivered. It was a cold morning. She had been outside waiting for Vincent for about a half hour. Finally she saw him get out of his truck. She walked to him.
"Good morning Vincent," she said, smiling sweetly. He had had a frown, but now his face seemed to lighten. "Come, meet my friends," she said taking his hand and leading him into the school and to the SPED's spot.
"YAY! Evie's here!" shouted Amanda. In reply Evelyn ran and jumped on Amanda. In a second everyone except for Vincent was jumping and shoving in every direction. This was a small mosh pit. Finally they calmed down and begged Evelyn to sing.
"Ok, but first I want you all to meet Vincent," she said looking to him. He looked timid. "It's okay," she said opening an arm to him. He walked over and stared down at his feet.
"Hello Vincent!" came several voices. "Sing, sing!" said a few others.
Evelyn sang and from the very first note everyone was quiet. Vincent savored every note. Time seemed to stop around them as her sweet voice filled their ears with songs of love and fantasy battles. When she finished everyone kept still as if in a trance and Vincent hungered to hear more.
Evelyn and Vincent sat down and everyone started talking. Evelyn and Vincent had a good SecondClass conversation on music. The bell rang and Vincent went with one of the SPED's as they shared a homeroom. Evelyn was bored during homeroom and first period. Vincent made friends and on SecondClass they discussed art. They showed him their drawing books and he was surprised to find that they were quite talented. Second period Vincent made his way to the choir room. Even though he couldn't sing, it was thought that he should be in the class. The atmosphere was nice and even the administration knew that what courses he took wouldn't really matter. He went there expecting to see Evelyn, but she wasn't anywhere in sight. The bell rang and everyone took their seat. A twenty-something year old man came out.
"Today is Tuesday and that means that Evelyn will be teaching you. But our pianist is missing. Who here is very good at playing the piano?" he asked.
Vincent looked around and not a single person raised their hand. Timidly he did. Maybe if he saved the choir, it would help for them to like him. The man motioned for him to go to the piano and Vincent did as told as the man disappeared. Soon Evelyn came out and did warm-ups with the choir. Vincent savored every moment that her voice rang out over the choir. Evelyn rather enjoyed his piano playing. He was better than the regular pianist and she was sure that the choir agreed. End of the period Evelyn ran out and Vincent slowly made his way to his next class. Evelyn had lunch. She went and sat with David, Sam and their friends. These were "nerds". Evelyn hung out with everyone. Halfway through lunch, some kids wouldn't stop throwing trash at them. Finally Evelyn stood up and went to them. There she found some "tough looking" kids and with them was an attractive boy with brown hair and brown eyes. By the smirk on his face she decided that he was in charge.
"What do you think you're doing?" she spat.
"Oh, just throwin' away trash. What's a pretty thing like you doing sitting with trash?"
"They are not trash. I believe it is you who is trash! Just leave us alone!" she stormed back to her table. The boys didn't throw anything again, but they got up and walked by, spitting on the table.
"I don't know who he is, but he needs to die," said Evelyn.
Evelyn got through the rest of her day and didn't see that boy again. She had World History last period with Vincent, who was surprised that the teacher didn't favor her. Not only that but he refused to look at her or acknowledge her in any way. When the bell rang Evelyn walked Vincent partway to his truck, but he stopped her.
"Bye," she said and hugged him. At first he stood rigid, but then he hugged her back. She went to her tree and sat and Vincent savored the smell that clung to him as he got into the truck.