Sing While You Can

Pool 'Fun'

“Mum Kirsty invited me to go with her to see a concert tonight with her and I promised that I would so….” I gestured with my hands fairly awkwardly waiting for her answer.

“Evangeline, you can’t just abandon your family for that Kirsty girl. No buts missie get ready then get in the car, no complaining.”

 I jumped onto my bed and racked my brains for some way to get out of the party and suddenly I had an idea – it wasn’t the best though was believable but desperate times mean desperate measures.

I crept downstairs and poured a glass of fruit juice. Then I reached into the fridge and pulled out the egg salad leftovers. I mixed them together and created a sloppy, disgusting mixture. I was about to go to the bathroom to pretend to throw up when Clarice (my 6 year old sister) walked through the door.

“What do you have in your hand it looks disgusting,” Clarice stood on her tip-toes and peered at my glass on the counter.

Oh snap!

“It’s errr…. A drink that I have made… It’s really good,” I said. I crouched down and to emphasise my point took a small sip from the putrid concoction. The chunky-liquid slid down my throat making me want to throw up for real… Maybe I wouldn’t have to fake ill anymore………….

“See,” I shuddered “Del…Delicous.. Mmmh” I guided her out of the kitchen and then ran to the bathroom feeling my stomach churn.

“Mum! I can’t go tonight I feel ill,” I called

“Excuses, excuses get dressed now!” She demanded.

Unwillingly I put on my black hi-low dress and brought my phone out to text Kirsty,

I’m soooooo sorry but I’m ill. Really wish I could make it though! Give Ed a wave for me : ) xxxxx

I slouched down into my bed while applying some eyeliner. After I had hid my red eyes and pale skin behind make-up I was ready for hell. Seriously these parties consisted of rich people trying to make themselves and their children richer than everyone else’s. I was made to talk to people my age, dance and basically babysit those younger. Though throughout all of these bratty kids I had one saviour – food.

The food at these events was just amazing! I only managed to get through the night by stuffing myself with as much of junky goodness that I could find. Tonight that obviously wasn’t going to be the case tonight.

“Evangeline! Get here now! The guests are arriving!” My mother’s shrill call came from the ‘party room’.

It was our pool area really but my mother stripped the room bare and had a cover placed on the pool that blended in with the floor. I found it rather freaky for the fact that people were standing on water – though they didn’t even know it. One problem was that if a woman wearing heels were standing on the cover for too long they would make a hole. This is where my mother stepped in and made the person walk of the cover and then all was good.

I slipped into my black stilettos and walked into the pool area.  Due to it being a nice night; the French doors were opened and the music blared out.

Stones taught me to fly,

Love taught me to lie,

So come on courage teach me to be shy,

Coz it’s not hard to fall,

When you float like a cannonball,

I began to sway to the music but not before inhaling the sickly-sweet smell of the food and quickly going into the garden. I was walking around the garden and suddenly I heard a quiet chirpy voice behind me.