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Playing Evelyn

Playing Evelyn

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Evelyn never wanted to be noticed at school. She dressed in unassuming clothes and kept to herself. Until the day that she slipped up and caught the attention of the school's bad boy.

Gabriel had a bad reputation but after being paired together for a home economics project, Evelyn begins to realize that there's more to him than meets the eye.

Will Evelyn let Gabriel into her double life? Will she ever let him hear her music?

Prologue:

My oldest memory of music was probably also my worst memory of it.
My mother and I were walking through a mall and for a second she let go of my hand. We were right outside of a music store and I had been eyeing a strange looking object that I later realized was a guitar. As soon as I realized I had the freedom of mobility I moved towards it, intent to touch the way any three year old is when faced with something unfamiliar and thus, fascinating. For a moment I was suspended in a place that was not the West Gate Mall but somewhere much more meaningful and ethereal. I was no longer awkwardly lunging with my three year old gait towards the object of my interest but floating as if on one of those flat escalators at airports that moved humans like conveyor belts moved mass produced toys.
I was almost touching it, my heart was bursting with the desire to touch just one of those magical strings. What would it feel like? I had to know.
Then my hand was smacked down loudly while my other was firmly grasped in my mother’s familiar grip.
“Evelyn Marie, if I catch you coming anywhere near one of those ever, you will lose a finger, you got that?”
“Sorry Mama,” I sobbed, rubbing my stinging hand against my thigh as my mother dragged me away from the offensive object. I wanted to glance back but had to concentrate all my attention on not falling as my mother moved away too quickly for my feet to follow.
It didn’t matter if I caught another glimpse anyway. The image of the guitar was etched into my mind and I never forgot it.
It took me nearly ten years to figure out why my mother hated the idea of me even touching a guitar.
Just after my thirteenth birthday, years after I’d realized that questions about my MIA father were taboo, someone rang the doorbell to our small ground level apartment and unveiled the secret I’d tried for years to learn.
“Jazzy,” the man said when my mother opened the door. “Jazzy,” my mother, was wearing ripped jeans and a faded gray t-shirt. Her hair was sloppy and she wasn’t wearing any make-up but she still looked much younger than 31.
“Don’t call me that,” she responded, not bothering with a more conventional greeting. “What are you doing here?” She deadpanned, clearly unhappy to see the man.
He was tall, well over six feet. His hair was dirty blond and hung loose past his shoulders. He was very thin and his light gray eyes stuck out starkly from his pointy cheekbones. He was wearing worn out jeans and a leather jacket and the thirteen year old me shrunk away from the doorway, instinctively afraid of this stark looking man.
“He’s gone, Jaz-Jasmine,” he said, the look in his eyes turning bleak.
My mother went completely still. Even the rhythm of her breathing stopped.

Note : Resource from wattpad.com

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