Status ~Currently Dating Fantasy, Letting Go Of Reality~
About Everloss Hiyaa!
My name's Evening, but you may call me Everlost. I am forever young, blowing the candles on November 4th and turning infinity. I love all of my followerz commenterz and likerz.
I love to sing and dance and rock out to nightcore songs or songs created by The Cab. Well I'm a girl who currently is seeking on those who harmed my soul -love saying that-. Well that's it BYE!! Love you all!, Sincerely Fakesmilerz :)
Misplaced Chapter One "Ms. Knight!" I awoke to the strict voice of Mrs. Peaves. She was staring at me from across the room. I hate being a vampire. We always get so tired during the mornings! If only we just sparkled like those people in Twilight. That's what my mother always said when she was younger. "This is a place to learn not to sleep!" She yells. "Sorry Mrs. Peaves." I muttered. "Detention!" She says. I grunted. 'Prepare to lose another teacher.' I thought. The last detention didn't go so well but no one suspected me of committing the accident. These police officers are getting stupider by the hour. I chuckled to myself. "Think it funny huh? Why don't we make it 3 detentions?" She says. 'When will this old lady die?' I thought. I tried to make no emotion through this one. After disciplining me she went back to writing on that chalkboard. Everyone in this school has either a Smartboard or just a board that you use marker with but Mrs. Peaves always likes to keep it modern and old fashioned by using that chalkboard. And to make it worse I always think that she keeps it for the scratching noises she makes with her long red fingernails. It hurts me especially but I always see Miles harmed by it also. Maybe more then it harms me.
I am the girl with no past The one that will never last I hide behind my scars something that people always wonder about I never tell the truth cause I'll doubt that they'll be proof, proof that I shouldn't end it that I shouldn't quit. So when they ask, what's with the scars? I decide to save them a tear and lie about my years.
Remember When: To blow was to blow bubbles? A hand job was just getting your nails done? Getting high meant swinging on the playground? Protection meant wearing a helmet? The worst thing that you could get from boys was cooties? Your worst enemies were your siblings? Race issues was just who ran the fastest? War was just a game? The only drug you knew was cough medicine? Weed was just unwanted plants? Good-byes only meant till tomorrow? Yeah, I wish I didn't have to grow up.....