Starting at a new school isn't easy for anyone. Especially not me. You'd think I was used to it by now, having changed from school to school. But no, no matter how many times I move, it doesn't get easier.
I sigh, staring at myself in the mirror. I guess I'm dressed alright. A cropped tie-dye shirt with jeans was an outfit which certainly wouldn't attract much attention, right?
To me, I looked like anybody else. Medium height, brown hair and tan skin. The only thing which really stands out are my eyes. At first sight, they're merely green. On looking closer, you'll find that my left eye is slightly darker. More of a viridian colour.
"Evelynn, would you grab Mari on the way down? I think she's trying to eat her shoelaces again!" My mum shouts, Mari is my 7 year old sister. 7 years old and she still thinks that her shoelaces are gummies, "The nice boy next door will give you a ride to school!"
Great, we've been here for 1 week and mum's already managed to annoy our neighbors into taking me into school. Each time we move, mum bakes cookies to give to our neighbors so that she can not so secretly check out their houses.
Sighing, I tug on my black converse ( with great difficulty ) and chuck school essentials into my bag. I run downstairs to find Mari in the middle of nibbling on what looked suspiciously like my dad's shoelaces.
"Mari, what did we say about the shoelaces?" I ask, crouching down to tug the soggy shoelaces from her mouth.
She frowns at me, "I swear, Evi, they looked like chocolate this time!" Mari pouts at me and her eyes start to shine with incoming tears.
"Alright I'll let you off this time because you're cute" I pick her up and cradle her in my arms as we walk out of her room.
My parents spoil my sister to death. Mari asked for a 'pretty princess palace' for her birthday so they immediately painted the walls bright pink and placed a mini toy castle, complete with gates and turrets.
"Hey Evi, can I watch Angelina Ballerina before we go? Pleaseeee, Pretty Pleaseeee?" My sister whines, waving her arms at the TV and whacking my nose. Ouch, for such a small kid, she sure hits hard.
"Sure, Mari, I'll bring out your cheerios, do you think you can change the channels yourself?" I ask, as I place her on the sofa.
"DuH, I'm a big girl now." Mari insists, flicking her long hair in an attempt to look like a 'big girl'
I stifle a laugh and walk down to the dining room.
"Hey mum, I reckon I can just walk to sch-" I stop, seeing a figure sitting at the table digging in to an alarmingly larger pile of pancakes. "Who the frickity frack are you?"
The figure turns around to look at me, grinning. His eyes are light brown and sparkling with laughter. His hair is dyed a subtle blue and it's spiked up all over the place. "Hey, I'm Zac, you're probably Evelynn unless you're actually a really tall 7 year old who is carrying a 16 year old girl in her arms."
"Um." Did I seriously need to answer? If this dude couldn't tell what a 16 year old girl looked like then-
"Wait how do you know my name?"
Zac glances at the kitchen. "Let's just say your mum certainly loves to talk about her daughters."
"Yeah, you'll get used to it, don't worry. What are you doing here? More importantly, why are you eating all the pancakes?" I point to the large pile in front of him.
He frowns. "Were we supposed to... Share?
My mouth drops open.
"I thought we each got 20 pancakes... No?" He asks, bewildered.
What-
Why-
"How does somebody's brain manage to convince themselves that?" I wonder, taking the seat opposite him.
"Would you like this?" Zac stabs a half eaten pancake with his fork and waves it at me, syrup dripping from his mouth"
Man, I think I just lost my appetite. I'm about to take away his pancake stash when a screech comes from the TV room. "AH, NONONO, DON'T EAT ME!" Mari's screams. "HELPPP"
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A/N: I hope you enjoy the first chapter of my story! I'm new to this so if there are any suggestions you could give me, I'm open :D
