Evelyn’s sanity hadn’t, definitely, been packed and brought with her to Forks when she had moved. That was the only plausible theory, the only logic answer why she, Evelyn Mae Travis, had on that day crossed the barrier between one day that could be peaceful and very calm and decided into stepping inside her worse nightmare. She wouldn’t definitely take more than one step closer to a mall; actually she would always avoid such places as some kind of plague and only go there when she really didn’t had any other choice… Yet, there she was ready to walk on her personal hell.

She, with all honesty, couldn’t ever understand some people fascination- or obsession- about shopping. Shops, filled with other people rambling around and even, sometimes, fighting because of a top? Honestly, who with his or hers perfect sanity would risk her life in such place… that was a complete mystery. Of course, she still couldn’t understand the need for some people to buy loads of make up, or dresses, skirts… Why choose such unpractical clothes to wear when a simple pair of jeans could do so perfectly? Ok, perhaps it was true people liked to use it and feel well that way, but for Eve skirts and such kind of too feminine items were she had learnt to avoid like a plague.

Looking pretty wasn’t, definitely, one of Evelyn’s main priorities no matter how odd it would sound to anyone else. Sure, it wasn’t the typical behavior a girl her age could exhibit, precisely the opposite, but that was her natural choice… Especially when you are half-vampire, have a natural outstanding beauty and the only thing you want and need to be is invisible. So why would she use skirts and dresses? Only if it was to make her natural beauty stand up even more and that wasn’t her top priority. That wouldn’t ever be her priority.

Yet, and despise all her opinion about malls and shopping, here she was in the middle of the local Mall. Sure, it was true that when she stepped inside the big mall of Forks and started to move toward the crowd of people she felt the instinctive impulse of turning back to her light blue Ford, standing at the parking so sad a lonely, and head back home, but for her own sake she resisted it. Her grandmother had told her, menaced her, that she needed to buy new clothes for her… and if she wouldn’t even walk home with a simple pair of jeans she would be a dead or burnt half-vampire. So, between her grandmother wrath and her terrifying fear of shops… Evelyn definitely would pick to face the second one.

So, here she was trying to do her humanly and vampirely best to ignore the fact that some few people were curiously staring at her. Well, taking in consideration she was acting like some sort of mental person, more than probably, that was perfectly reasonable but still very, very uncomfortable and she couldn’t help but fell her stomach twist. That wasn’t good; she didn’t mean to catch more attentions than needed. To be honest, she didn’t want to catch any attentions at all… No matter how inevitable that was. Well, at least they can think I’m insane and want to step away of me. She thought hopefully, but she would hardly be that lucky anyway…

And how true she was on that last part. Like if she hadn’t have too much attention, her lost thoughts and distraction were meant to start trouble anywhere and the Forks Mall wasn’t exception. Before she could even notice, she looked up briefly and saw a girl a few feet away from her and, even thought she had managed to avoid the expected and strong body impact against the girl and avoid the true and more harmful consequences, on the next second she couldn’t still help but bump very lightly against the blond girl and felt her checks flash a pink shade quickly.

“I’m so sorry…” She managed to say, nervously, and her eyes fell on her feet quickly. Great, a few weeks on that town and she had already managed to almost start breaking accidently their inhabitants bones. That was her luck… “I was completely distracted and I… Errr… I hope I hadn’t hurt you…” Eve added apologetically, looking closer at the girl to identify any possible injury but apparently she seemed really untouched and… fine But she could still be wrong about it.


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Notes: Since no one seemed to reply, I did