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Hi, my name is Noelle
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 | Saving Evangeline [00] |
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 4.75 with 16 vote(s)
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| Created: 2009-10-04 22:16:06 |
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:::-I swear to Bob, I will continue/hopefully finish this story. Unlike the others that are rotting away somewhere. So threaten me if you feel the need, but I will continue it.-:::
I watch from a distance as Evangeline “Evie” Yule sits on the front steps of the school wrapped in a swarm of admirers. She’s pretty hard to miss – long dirty blonde hair with light blonde highlights, wide set hazel eyes and a style that everyone tries to emulate. Her backpack is also hard to miss as it lays slumped on the ground: an explosion of retro colors and patterns with a jungle of random key chains. All around it are more retro backpacks that belong to her friends, copy-cats of hers.
“Ugh, Evangeline is blocking the door again.” My friend Nadia rolls her eyes. “If I go squeeze through her and all her little friends, I’ll probably suffocate on the fumes of their perfume.”
Every school has their exclusive clique of snobby rich girls. Evangeline’s clique is ours. They’re known as the Sassy Seven to the rest of the school, but my friends refer to them as the Snotty Seven. We’re a private school so there is a uniform – to an extent. But even with a uniform they find ways to look better than everyone else and make make sure people like us know it.
I’m transfixed on Evangeline as I stand in the shadows of the trees that surround the school building. The wind blows and the branches shift. The red leaves of the maple tree I’m standing next to move in front of Evangeline, making it so if you look quickly, it seems like she’s covered in blood.
A shudder runs through me when I remember my nightmare last night.
“What’s wrong with you?” Nadia snaps her finger in my face. I glance over at Nadia’s annoyed face as she struggles with the strap of her backpack. “You’re not turning into an Evangeline-groupie, are you? Come on, I have to get to homeroom early to do my homework.”
“Why didn’t you do it last night?” I ask.
“I was out with Derrick.” She sighs dreamily.
“That explains it.” I roll my eyes and continue to stare at Evangeline. Her loyal friend Rachael Orin sticks a picture of something in Evangeline’s face causing her to burst into loud laughter. Why does she always laugh so loud? It sounds so exaggerated.
“They’re probably making fun of Myspace pictures.” Nadia says. “Rachael Orin has over 1,000 myspace friends, and she’s always printing out people’s default pictures and laughing about them with her friends.”
“How do you know?” I ask.
“Because I sit behind Rachael’s big head in religion class. Sister Ann doesn’t even teach us anything. There could be a riot going on and she’d just sit there, reading the bible.” Nadia snorts. “But anyway, Rachael always takes pictures out of her bag and shows them to people while making nasty remarks. Remember my old default picture where I was hugging Peaches?”
I nod, remembering the picture of Nadia cuddling up to her Maltese.
“She showed it to Justin Amberson and said ‘that would explain why she smells like a dog.’”
“Harsh.” I narrow my eyes. “You don’t smell like a dog. You smell like Chanel.”
“Exactly! That’s how you know she’s running out of insults; when she starts making stuff up.” Nadia crosses her arms. “Who do you think she’s making fun of this time?”
“Who knows?” I shrug.
It could be anybody, really. That’s why you shouldn’t take it too personally when the Snotty Seven pick on you. But when I was their victim, it felt like the most personal thing ever, like I was the only one they ever did it to.
It was Amy Jefferson’s 12th birthday party on a cool October day, like today, about four years ago. Amy’s parents got a castle-shaped moon bounce for the backyard and set up rows of picnic tables with bowls of chips and candy. Although there was four tables, all twenty tween girls crammed themselves into one of them. When I tried to sit down on the end next to my best friend Brittany Bristow, everyone spread out across the benches to make sure there wasn’t enough room.
Evangeline had a sly smile on her lips when Olivia Kane said, “Sorry, Noelle, but you can’t sit here. There’s no room.”
I stood there awkwardly waiting for anyone to try and make some space for me. Twenty pairs of eyes just stared and smirked. I looked over at the adults who were chatting on the patio hoping for some help, but they weren’t paying attention. Then I helplessly looked down at Brittany, who averted her eyes.
“Bye,” Olivia waggled her fingers at me as I walked to a different table, tail between my legs, to sit all alone. As I ate Amy’s birthday cake I couldn’t help but notice how the vanilla frosting was bitter sweet and how Brittany, who betrayed me, kept prying for Evangeline’s attention. Just like everyone else.
Back in the present, Nadia snaps her finger in my face.
“He-llo?” Nadia says. “Why are you still staring at them? Come on, let’s go in the side door. I’m not going near them.”
Nadia wasn’t even there for Amy’s birthday party four years ago because she moved here only one year ago, but she still hates them more than I do. She pretends to gag if anyone mentions Evangeline’s name, and would probably love the chance to see them all humiliated.
Normally I’d love to indulge in a Snotty-Seven-bashing conversation, but today I’m out of it. I just can’t make myself think cruel thoughts about Evangeline. I can’t laugh and imagine her tripping down the stairs, or getting hit by a bus. I can’t even think about how stupid her backpack is.
Not after my nightmare last night.
I don’t want to remember it but unwillingly, I do. Scraps of it swirl around in my mind…
I didn’t know I was dreaming, not at first. I was walking along the tree-lined street to get to school like I do every day. The maple tree leaves were tinted purple and the sky was the same white-gray as the sidewalk. A few paces ahead of me I saw a dirty blonde head carrying a colorful backpack and I realized it was Evangeline.
A part of me found it odd that I was walking down the same street as her when we live blocks away from each other and shouldn’t cross each others’ paths on the way to school, but since this was a dream and logic is nonexistent, I ignored it. I tried to make my footsteps as quiet as possible so she wouldn’t know I was behind her. If she heard me she’d turn around and probably snub me for being a stalker.
But then the strangest thing happened.
Out of nowhere a sleek black car came speeding down the street. It slowed to a crawl alongside Evangeline and the window in the backseat rolled down. Someone shouted something to her. I figured it was probably one of her friends asking her if she wanted a ride.
But instead of answering them or getting in the car, Evangeline started running. She ditched her backpack to gain more speed as the car sped up and chased her. In a blaze of alarm and concern I ran after her, wondering what was going on.
I was only ten steps behind her. I could hear her footsteps pounding in my head. She wheeled around a corner with both me and the black car on her tail. But when I reached the corner and looked down the next street, she was nowhere in sight.
And neither was the car. I woke up sweaty and gasping for breath.
As I stand in the throng of maple trees, protected by the shade, I realize that Evangeline really can’t see me standing here. But instead of finding it funny that she doesn’t notice, a feeling of dread creeps up on me.
Because maybe I’m not the only one watching her.
By the time I snap out of it, Nadia has a grip on my forearm and is dragging me away, toward the side of the school where we can enter the side door. I tear away from her grip and jog toward the main entrance, despite Nadia's protests. As I approach all seven girls look down at me from the steps. Rebbecca Lawrence falls into a fit of giggles when she looks down at my scuffed up Converse.
"Can we help you?" Brittany scoffs at me. There is no trace of the old Brittany left in her. The snobby zombie she is now consumed her entire being. When I look into her wide brown eyes I see malice instead of childlike curiosity.
"Yeah, you can help me by moving over..." I stumble through my speech, too busy trying not to stare at Evangeline to focus on my words.
"Why? You're not sitting with us." Mischa, a redheaded girl who I rarely see because of all the advanced classes she takes, sneers.
"I didn't say I wanted to sit with you. I think I'd rather die. I'm trying to get in the door." Mischa and Brittany's faces crumple in confusion before they lighten with realization, like they are just noticing that they're sitting right in front of the door. But still, nobody moves.
"You can move over, or we'll walk over you." Nadia snaps from beside me, alerting me of her presence.
"Its not even time for school yet. Why are you trying to get inside?" Rachael bites back.
"None of your business, biitch. And by the way..." Nadia jumps into an argument with Rachael but I'm not paying attention to them because I'm staring at Evangeline again.
I don't know why I'm so obsessed with her this morning, or why I'm not helping Nadia argue. Normally I hate these conceited stick figures. But ever since I woke up from that nightmare at 5.00 AM this morning, I couldn't shake the feeling of it. I usually forget a nightmare after it happens and move on from it, but this one was too eerie. It felt too real and it didn't make sense. Dreams are usually just muddled thoughts from the day and they usually reflect your fantasies and worries. So why would I suddenly have a nightmare about a girl I strongly dislike?
"Hey, girl! Whatever your name is!" Rina Baker is barking at me. I snap back to reality and look at her, wondering what she wants.
"Her name is Noelle." Evangeline speaks for the first time without looking at anyone or anything but her perfectly manicured red nails, and I'm a little surprised she remembers my name. But then again, isn't it the duty of all girls like her to know the names of the ones they torture?
"Noelle," Rina says. "Are you a les'bian?"
"No, of course not." I snap at the ridiculously personal question. "And even if I were a le'sbian, why would I tell you, of all people?"
Rina looks like she's offended for a moment but then regains composure and says, "Then why are you checking out Evie?"
I hadn't realized I was making myself completely obvious when I was puzzling over my Evangeline nightmare. I had probably been staring at her for two whole minutes.
"I - I wasn't." I stutter. Then I stop bothering to argue with them and squeeze my way through them up the stairs, forcing them to move out of the way unless they want my heel on their fingers.
I throw open the heavy school doors and steal one more glimpse of Evangeline before disappearing inside. And in that brief glimpse it looked like she had bruises all over her face. |
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