"Evie!!!" Annah shouted the most common name in the house as everyone was used to hearing the name at least four thousand and sixty three times on a daily basis. She had done something outrageous again. But what was is this time?
"What?!" she yelled back channelling her mood to her voice.
"You took the last loaf of bread that i specifically asked no one to touch." Annah said almost morphing into a demon to tear down the rebellious being that leaned lazily against the kitchen counter.
"Why shouldn't anyone touch it? You didn't give a reason so I didn't see a reason to not touch it." Evie deadpanned
"I was in a rush and... nevermind. But you should have at least asked before taking it. And how did you eat so much that only the nylon wrapper is left lying on the floor?"
"I didn't ask cause I didn't see a reason to and secondly, I didn't eat it a alone. Dave ate most of it." Evie said with little to no interest.
"Don't go acting like that to me. I'm your mother and that last loaf is meant to sustain us for the night till we move out of the house by dawn. You are just too... arghh.... I feel like... please go to your room before I explode on you." She said with no words of correction to offer her daughter. You could say she was tired of her.
She sighed collapsing on a nearby chair.
Annah had light brown hair with matching brown eyes. She had the right amount of curves to be appreciated by passers by just by looking. She had a very handsome husband and two kids- a boy, Dave and his younger sister, Evie (the one who just openly disrespects her and every other person)
Annah lived a very happy life with her happy family ( but not so happy daughter) and really enjoyed their company. Everything was (almost) perfect (if Evie could be a little more normal)
Okay, Annah aside. This beautiful story is about (the not so good) Evie. Let's see how much different she is from good and how possible it is for her to get to be good.
Evie, pitch black hair, round and hazel eyes, 5'3 height (pretty short right?), a little extra curvy for her age, rebellious, rude, careless, most likely to succeed in evilness, boyish and just 16 years of age.
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Evie went to her room. Well, not because she was asked to. She was going to do it anyways if her mom's nagging was going to last 6 seconds more. She lay flat on her bed and picked up a bubble gum from the side stool. Peeling off the paper wrap, she threw it into her mouth, chewed for a few seconds and slept off.
I started to write a story before, but it wasn't going as planned but I've promised myself and my readers to make this one extra fun