She steps out of the classroom gracefully, and if one did not know her, they might think what a blessing she looks like, with her long, flowing hair and graceful stature — perhaps even initiate a request to court her! How exciting—Evelyn’s only dream. “Evelyn Byrd,” she snarls disapprovingly. “I’m disappointed with you. I count another five times accompanying this one. You shall be returning home shortly.” “Very well then,” she whispers, faking her disappointment. “May I walk myself out?” Before Missus Cavendish could respond, Evelyn rushes off. The very moment she steps out onto the rocky pavement, the murmur of the streets engulf her in one big gulp. However, it was more than a buzz, more like a screech. This cannot be good, are Mother and Father well? The first thing our darling Evelyn should have noticed was the ‘SELLING’ sign on their front porch. How peculiar, are Mother and Father selling the accommodations? Are we moving? How come they haven’t informed me? Evelyn opens the door to find a dark home with nothing in it. “Mother? Father?” she calls uncertainly. Her finger brushes against something of the lightest touch; a note. Daughter, I am sorry to inform you that we have moved on and we are unable to support you any longer. We sincerely apologize and send you well wishes in hopes you support yourself in your life. Sincerely, Mother and Father Evelyn feels the breath rush out of her in a singular, cruel grab. The warm buzzing she was originally feeling leaves, filling her with a cold numbness. Her mouth opens tentatively as if she were attempting unsuccessfully to speak, but instead, a tear rolls out of her eye and bathes the floor with her sorrow. The soft pitter patter of her quiet weeping fills the empty space as she stands there, choking in silence, attempting to take in the sharp truth. They left her. And they weren’t coming back. 52
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