“Evanlina Stow, please come
to the office,” I hear the perky office lady call. People normally
get scared when they hear their name over the intercom. But me, no. I
have never gotten in trouble in my life. “Oh hello there there
Miss. Stow! You look so delightful today!” Mrs. Rossigi exclaims.
Her bright green eyes lights up as she pushes her black,
shoulder-length hair out of her face. “The principle has told me to
get you. We have a new student today. Mrs. Prin has asked me to ask
you to be his ambassador,” Seconds after Mrs. Rossigi finishes her
sentence, Mrs. Prin, our principle, shoots around the corner with a
wanna-be cool guy. “Evalina! Hello darling. This is Davy. Davy
Trainer,” Mrs. Prin says as if I were to be happy with whats going
on. “THIS is the person I will be showing around?!” I almost
scream. How was I supposed to talk to this..this.. EMBARRESMENT! He
has I hear Davy laugh. How dare he. There was nothing to laugh
about. “Yo, I'm Davy. You must be, 'Miss. Evalina Stow',” He's so
sarcastic it makes me sick. “Yes, I am...Nice..to meet you,” I
said proper, so no one could see my hatred. Well, everyone but Davy.
He saw right through me. “You think since you have blond hair and
blue eyes, your so cool. But honey, you don't have to fake around me.
I saw right through you,” He says to me, then turns to Mrs. Prin.
“I don't need Miss. Perfects help. I can find my way around the
school, myself,” He says rudely, and stalks off. “I don't know
what got into that boy. He seemed so nice. And Evalina. Don't let him
get to you. You are great,” She flashes one of her bright white
smiles and walks away. “Well, that was odd. Well, get to class,
dear,” Mrs. Rossigi says and runs back to her desk to answer a
phone call.
But I don't let him just
get away, I follow him. I catch him in the hall and yell to him.
“Hey, You! Davy!” I yell. “Hey little Mrs. Perfect. How else
did you suck up in the five minuets I wasn't there?” He put on a
sly grin. “For your information, Davy, I don't suck up. They
naturally like me,” I can be rude when I want to be. But I don't
really like to be. It makes me thought of in a negative way. “So
what your saying is, is that, teachers just like you?” He asked,
almost sounding like a real question. “Yes, it's what happens when
your nice. But you wouldn't know,” I don't know why I said that.
“You don't even know me! Who are you to judge me by my looks. I
dress this way to make a difference, change something. Then I have
these rich snobs who come and rain on my parade and I am sick of it,
sick of it! What
do I have to do to get some respect for who I am? I don't need people
telling what and what not to be. Epically by some chick I don't even
know who thinks she is a princess or something! If you got to know
me, you would probably like me! You just close your mind to it
because I look different then your standards of 'perfect',” I don't
know what to say, no one has ever said anything like that to me. Nor
has anybody needed to.. “Well, your just an as-” I can only get
out that bit of the word before I hear “Evalina Stow! My office,
NOW!” Oh no, Mrs. Prin heard, everything..
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