Same day- August 20th, 1960- Welton Academy
I slowly unpacked all my things. Put all my books away, hung all my dressy dresses in that sorry excuse of a closet, put all my clothes in the dresser and put all my pictures up on my desk.
I took my off my street clothes and put on my school uniform. It was a plain white dress shirt with an ugly tie with navy blue, red and yellow diagonal stripes. On the chest of the navy blue jumper there was the Welton crest. What a nice place to put the crest on the uniform for the only girl in the senior class…
I put on the uniform navy blue socks and a pair of shiny black dress shoes. I feel like…like…like a schoolgirl!
Hey Eve, you're probably feeling this way BECAUSE YOU ARE A SCHOOL GIRL!
"Shut up," I told my brain.
I pulled my curled hair into a loose pony tail, grabbed my Hamlet book and left to go outside. I walked trough the halls of the large school and tried to remember the tour Rich had given us- my parents and I- the year before. Hmm…this door might lead outside! The library.
The library doesn't look like outside to me, Evey.
Aha! Outside!
I opened the door and walked through the summer-almost-autumn air. I sat under a tree in the shade and began to read. Reading, reading, reading. Read the day away…stupid singsong voice in my head. Does anyone else do this? Sub-consciously talk to themselves? Focus Eve, focus…read your book.
"Eve?"
I looked up form my book to the awkward boy with glasses and hair as red as mine. With him was a group of four or five boys, two of them being Knox and Charlie.
"Meeksy! How are you?" I stood up and hugged him.
"I'm fine, how are you?"
"Good, good. Rich's been getting on my nerves lately. Mr. Big shot thinks he's king of the school."
"Some things never change." Charlie added. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I know how you feel. My brother was the same way. Oh, excuse me, these are my friends. Knox Overstreet, Charlie Dalton-"
"Oh, yes I've already had a run-in with them today…" I gave Charlie a glance. He looked at me and gave a light scowl.
"And this is Gerard Pitts- Pittsy for short- and Todd Anderson."
"Pitts, I think I met you a couple years ago…I remember you because of your name. That's a horrible thing to say, I'm sorry."
"Well, don't worry about. I get it a lot," he reassured.
Pitts, Pittsy.Haha funny name.