I'm baaaaacccckkk! XD So this is my first Evra/OC, so be kinda nice!

Warning: contains language, stupid boys, cussing form a certain zombie, and sadly no Evra yet :(

Disclaimer: No. Would I be here if I did?

"Zombie girl!" "Little Eclipse the freaky Zombie!" We've grown up with those stupid nicknames. It's not our fault. She tells me that a lot. The other me, that is. I'm not schizophrenic or anything, it's just a different side of me; a REALLY different side of me. I'm Eclipse, by the way. I'm an orphan. Not that anyone really cares about that. I certainly don't. I've been an orphan since I was a baby, so it makes no difference to me. But anyways, back to my nick names. How do I explain those? I guess I'll just start from the beginning. That's always a good place to start.

I hate going outside. It just pushes the idiots even more to make fun of me. You would think that it wouldn't bug me anymore, but it does. Unfortunately, Ms. Nevelson made us go out once every day so she could get some peace and quiet. I sat under my favorite willow tree, opening my favorite book of the moment; Dracula. While I highly doubted that any of it was remotely true, I found it interesting. I adjusted my glasses so it would be easier to see in the bright fall afternoon. I smiled as the familiar words poured smoothly into my mind; I'd already read the book 3 times before, and I couldn't get enough. I was completely lost in the pages, which is probably why I didn't seem it coming when my book went slamming into my face.

"Hey, Zombie!" Oh for the love of cheese and rice, it's Brent! Brent was my primary tormenter, because he never tired of making fun of how polar opposite we were. He had normal brown hair and blue eyes; I had freaky black streaked white hair and demonic red eyes. He had normal pale white skin; I had freaky dark skin that sometimes even looked grey. But of course, there was the one totally childish obvious thing: He was a popular, normal boy, and I was a demonic looking, unpopular, freaky girl.

"Whatcha reading, Zombie?" he cackled as he snatched my book.

"Gimme it back, Brent!" I growled. That only made him laugh louder.

"A zombie reading a book about vampires? What're you reading this for, to find a boyfriend?" I stood up, coming to eye level; freaky girls always grow faster than normal boys.

"I said gimme it back, Brent!" I said louder.

"Why don't you make me, zombie!" He sneered.

The only thing worse than going outside is being sent to the bunks for something Brent started.

I flopped down onto mine. There was no pillow, because we don't have a fancy orphanage.

"Wow. That was pretty intense, girl!" I lifted my face from my mattress. There she was, leaning up against the bunks, examining her long filthy nails.

"Hi, Sissy," I said hoarsely.

Sissy is that other half I mentioned earlier. She looks exactly like me, except dead. I'm not kidding, either. She looks like a filthy, dead, zombie like version of me. Her glasses are cracked and shattered, and drips blood everywhere. That's because she doesn't have a heart. You can see where it got ripped out. Her throats also slit, and she's got creepy, cold, grey skin. Now you know where the nicknames came from. Anyways, she's much braver than I am. She doesn't care about what other people say about her, and she loves getting into fights. We're not really alike, but we got that weird opposites attract connection.

Sissy frowned, leaning over and brushing some of my hair back with a icy hand.

"Oh my god, what the hell did they do to you?" She suddenly looked really concerned. She grabbed my cheeks and checked me for more bruises.

"Sissy, I'm alright. Really, they don't hurt that much anymore."

"The hell you're alright, you look like you've been bawling your eyes out!"

"You're not too far off…" I laughed humorlessly.

"Did they do this," Sissy growled, "Did they do this to you?"

"Sissy, I'm fine! Really!"

"No, I can't take this anymore! Lemme out, I'm gonna freaking make them suffer!" I grabbed her hand and shook my head wildly.

"NO, no no no no no! No eating anyone, no beating them within an inch of their lives, no nothing! I have one more strike before they move us again!" Sissy and I have been moved over 10 times to several different orphanages because of stuff like killing other people. And yes, she has in fact eaten people. It's a little interesting to watch, actually. I stood up, swaying a little.

"I got 2 hours before they come to let me out. Let's take a walk."

TADA! Sparklers and a dedicated chapter for whoever reviews first! Sorry for the shortness!