It's the same thing that happens every time we host a ball. My brother would play a beautiful piece on his violin, they would talk about it in awe, wish I'd so them how well I played piano, I wouldn't, they'd be disappointed, I wouldn't care and then life would maintain it's redundancy.
Being born into the prestigious Evans family was hard. Living up to my brother's standard was worse. Wes was brilliant where I was 'good' or regarded as his 'little brother'. I was slowly getting sick of it, and fast.
I was use to the fame, the riches and the rewards that came from being a part of this family. I actually thought it was a cosy lifestyle. What I hated was the upperclassmen that I had of converse with.
I was always second best in their eyes. My parents and those snooty higher society rug rats. I wasn't the one who'd inherit the family fortune so I didn't have that crap to deal with, but I did have to deal with the condescending looks I received from onlookers who hated how I'd slouch and insist that I 'didn't want to play tonight', basically those who couldn't accept me for who I was.
Finding out that I was a Demon Weapon was my final escape from this lifestyle and rut I'd found myself in.
Running away to join the DWMA was the best choice I had made. Of course, throwing away my past life as an Evans may have been hard, but I'd finally found a place to fit in. Where I could be called 'cool' instead of a 'slacker'. Well, most of the time anyway. What I'm trying to say is that I'm glad I became Maka's weapon and I'm thankful to her and the rest of the group for giving me a real home. As corny as that sounds…
R&R!