The Abstract Painting of My Life {Part 4}
This one is longer. As always rate/comment. Once again I know there's only like maybe 4 people who read this but I like it! I will post 'So What?', the sequel to 'What If?', in a couple days.
No Ones POV
Levi got into his friend Shane's car. "Thanks, man"
"No, prob. Why were you talking to that girl? A total do-gooder if you ask me. Wouldn't be so bad if she were hot," he says with a cringe. Levi shrugs. He didn't even know why he had to to talk to her.
"Instead of getting suspended, the principal told me I had to work in the art room, cleaning stuff, ya know? She's president of the art club, that's why I went in there yesterday at lunch," Shane doesn't say anything as the pull down the street. The drive to their neighborhood is fifteen, twenty minutes away. It's different than the houses by the school. The houses here are older, the yards brown and yellow, cars old and rusty or on blocks.
Finally the car stops in front of an older looking blue house. He gets out and walks up the front porch. As he's about to open the door his little sister, Maegan, does it before he can. "Lee!" she shouted wrapping her arms around his middle.
"I thought you had practice today and your friend was going to drop you off?" he asked. She shook her head braids flying.
"Volleyball got canceled; the coach couldn't come. Besides I don't like it anyway," Levi laughed at the way his eleven year old sister scrunches her nose.
"I thought you liked it," he said.
"No, I just do it so you don't feel bad. I know you don't like to leave me alone when you and mom both work," she says. His mom worked as a waitress at a local diner in town and was always trying to pick up extra hours. Levi worked at a mechanic. His sister did pretty much any sport or afterschool activity offered at the school.
"Mags, we've been over this I trust you, I just don't like you home alone here," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Do you need help with you homework?" she nodded again. "Fractions, right?" she nodded again and went to her back pack.
The two of them sat down at the kitchen table. Levi could help his little sister with fractions and multiplying and dividing. "Why don't you get out your math homework?" she asked as she did hers with ease. He got out his twenty pound textbook and ratty notebook, trying to understand what on earth it was talking about. Binomals, trinomals, point-slope equation, slope intercept. He struggled through it punching in numbers on the calculator and writing down something once in a while.
"How do make a proper fraction?" she asked.
"Divide the top number by the bottom," he answered getting ready to give up on his crazy math assignment.
"What if you can't divide into it evenly?"
"Stop when you can't divide it anymore then put the amount that's left over the denominator,"
"What if the numerator is bigger than the denominator?"
"Then you did it wrong," he said slamming the book shut running his hands through his hair. "I need a smoke," he muttered.
"No you don't! That's a nasty habit that will kill you. Besides mom gets mad when you do it. She says you throw away money when you do that," Mags says. The last smoke he had was a couple weeks ago. When the principal saw him holding the cigarette he assumed he was smoking. Really he just found it in his pocket, he had to leave detention early so he'd be home when Mags got dropped off after practice.
"Relax, I'm just stressed that's all," he said picking up his stuff and putting it in his back pack and getting out his book from English. He had to read the next chapter and be ready to discuss it in class. It made no sense to him at all.
An hour later the door opened and Levi's mom came in holding some bags. "I brought home leftovers from the restraunt for dinner," she said walking into the kitchen. Rachel Owens was only thirty-two, but looked younger. She was petite with chin length brown hair and bright green eyes. She had Levi when she was eighteen and married to his dad. She divorced him when Levi was seven, pregnant with Maegan. Levi didn't even remember his dad, because he was hardly ever home.
They ate the leftovers from the diner quietly. "Did you do your homework?" she asked as she put the dishes in the sink grabbing the envelopes from there spot on the counter.
"Yeah, Levi helped me with it," Mags said with a smile as her mom thumbed through them. She noticed the look on her mom's face and took it as a cue to leave.
"Everything okay?"
"Fine, I just need to figure out how to pay this," Rachel said grabbing a calculator from her purse and counting money. It was a slower day and made fifty-two dollars in tips. She usually got double since they had so many customers.
"I could pick up some extra hours at the mechanics." Levi offered.
"No, your behind enough in school as it is. I want you to finish high school and,"
"And what? Go to college? The most I'm ever going to amount to is fixing cars, maybe own my own shop one day and that's being overly ambitous," he said. "Mags is the one that's going to college,"
"Don't talk like that. All you need to do is apply yourself. I got a call from your teacher today, why didn't you tell me you got a 68 on a math test?" she asked.
"I didn't want to worry you, besides with the money,"
"I'll worry about the money, I'm the parent. Now finish the dishes. I'll put them away when your done and you can work on your math," he didn't bother to tell her he'd already finished it.
No One's POV, Evangeline's house after school
Evangeline turned her car down the street of well manicured lawns and hollywood worthy houses. Her ancient Buic stook out like a sore thumb as she approached a gate. She punched in the code and it opened. Carefully she parked her car hidden as well as she could. Her parents would be horrified if she left 'the eyesore' our for everyone to see.
Once in the house she took off her shoes and put them in the basket with her dad's (no way were her mom's prada shoes going in there). "Evy!" her mom cried. She rolled her eyes and walked into her mom's office. The walls were a nice shade of blue with a preppy name. Her desk was made of glass and all the furniture black leather and the bookshelf was dark wood. Her mother herself was a lean 5'6, but always wore heels no shorter than 3 inches. Her blonde hair was cut in a short fashion forward cut, blue eyes framed by fake eyelashes and waxed eyebrows. She was wearing an attractive gray paintsuit with a pair of killer heels.
"He-" she started but her mom put one manicured finger up, phone cradled between her shoulder and ear typing away on the keyboard making the quiet room echo with a 'click, click, click' the only other sound was a occasion 'uh-huh and ohhhs'.
"Oh, sorry honey, I just avoided a PR nightmare," she said with a sigh leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of Evian. Her mom was a publist and had a list of 'elite' clientele. Evangeline had no idea who they were and could really care less. She could imagine that the PR nightmare was a client wearing pink lipstick instead of red on an interview (they were supposed to go for the vixen angle instead of the innocent one). "Guess what?" she asked excitedly leaning over.
"What?" Evangeline said putting her bag down and digging around for a sharpie and a notebook to draw on the cover.
"We're having dinner at the club, with some friends," Evangeline silently groaned. Like she wanted to spend the night talking with some preppy friends. "And guess what? They have a boy your age," she said looking her daughter up and down. No doubt wondering were they went wrong. Evangeline wasn't a fashionista or jock or even the student president type. Sure she got great grades, but spent most of her time holed up in the art room and had the same two friends since elementary school. She hadn't inheirited her parents height, but stood a petite 5'2. Her hair her dad's shade of brown but had an odd wave to it. Her eyes a dull bluish color. No one knew where she got her art ability.
"Great a blind triple date with chaperones," she said sarcastically. Her mom ignored the comment and pushed on.
"I laid an outfit on the bed for you on your bed. It will look soo cute!" she said. Evangeline rolled her eyes and looked down at her clothes. A pair of jeans Anna had attempted to embroider for her, oversized sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hair in a messy bun. Well it was a little bad, but at least she wasn't wearing her paint splattered overalls with her birkenstocks that had seen better days. "Please take a shower before hand and put on a little makeup. Evy try to use the stuff I bought you. It's your color and it will make you even more amazing," she said then the phone rang. "Be downstairs at five-fifteen, kay?" she nodded with fake smile happy to escape.
Levi got into his friend Shane's car. "Thanks, man"
"No, prob. Why were you talking to that girl? A total do-gooder if you ask me. Wouldn't be so bad if she were hot," he says with a cringe. Levi shrugs. He didn't even know why he had to to talk to her.
"Instead of getting suspended, the principal told me I had to work in the art room, cleaning stuff, ya know? She's president of the art club, that's why I went in there yesterday at lunch," Shane doesn't say anything as the pull down the street. The drive to their neighborhood is fifteen, twenty minutes away. It's different than the houses by the school. The houses here are older, the yards brown and yellow, cars old and rusty or on blocks.
Finally the car stops in front of an older looking blue house. He gets out and walks up the front porch. As he's about to open the door his little sister, Maegan, does it before he can. "Lee!" she shouted wrapping her arms around his middle.
"I thought you had practice today and your friend was going to drop you off?" he asked. She shook her head braids flying.
"Volleyball got canceled; the coach couldn't come. Besides I don't like it anyway," Levi laughed at the way his eleven year old sister scrunches her nose.
"I thought you liked it," he said.
"No, I just do it so you don't feel bad. I know you don't like to leave me alone when you and mom both work," she says. His mom worked as a waitress at a local diner in town and was always trying to pick up extra hours. Levi worked at a mechanic. His sister did pretty much any sport or afterschool activity offered at the school.
"Mags, we've been over this I trust you, I just don't like you home alone here," he said. She rolled her eyes. "Do you need help with you homework?" she nodded again. "Fractions, right?" she nodded again and went to her back pack.
The two of them sat down at the kitchen table. Levi could help his little sister with fractions and multiplying and dividing. "Why don't you get out your math homework?" she asked as she did hers with ease. He got out his twenty pound textbook and ratty notebook, trying to understand what on earth it was talking about. Binomals, trinomals, point-slope equation, slope intercept. He struggled through it punching in numbers on the calculator and writing down something once in a while.
"How do make a proper fraction?" she asked.
"Divide the top number by the bottom," he answered getting ready to give up on his crazy math assignment.
"What if you can't divide into it evenly?"
"Stop when you can't divide it anymore then put the amount that's left over the denominator,"
"What if the numerator is bigger than the denominator?"
"Then you did it wrong," he said slamming the book shut running his hands through his hair. "I need a smoke," he muttered.
"No you don't! That's a nasty habit that will kill you. Besides mom gets mad when you do it. She says you throw away money when you do that," Mags says. The last smoke he had was a couple weeks ago. When the principal saw him holding the cigarette he assumed he was smoking. Really he just found it in his pocket, he had to leave detention early so he'd be home when Mags got dropped off after practice.
"Relax, I'm just stressed that's all," he said picking up his stuff and putting it in his back pack and getting out his book from English. He had to read the next chapter and be ready to discuss it in class. It made no sense to him at all.
An hour later the door opened and Levi's mom came in holding some bags. "I brought home leftovers from the restraunt for dinner," she said walking into the kitchen. Rachel Owens was only thirty-two, but looked younger. She was petite with chin length brown hair and bright green eyes. She had Levi when she was eighteen and married to his dad. She divorced him when Levi was seven, pregnant with Maegan. Levi didn't even remember his dad, because he was hardly ever home.
They ate the leftovers from the diner quietly. "Did you do your homework?" she asked as she put the dishes in the sink grabbing the envelopes from there spot on the counter.
"Yeah, Levi helped me with it," Mags said with a smile as her mom thumbed through them. She noticed the look on her mom's face and took it as a cue to leave.
"Everything okay?"
"Fine, I just need to figure out how to pay this," Rachel said grabbing a calculator from her purse and counting money. It was a slower day and made fifty-two dollars in tips. She usually got double since they had so many customers.
"I could pick up some extra hours at the mechanics." Levi offered.
"No, your behind enough in school as it is. I want you to finish high school and,"
"And what? Go to college? The most I'm ever going to amount to is fixing cars, maybe own my own shop one day and that's being overly ambitous," he said. "Mags is the one that's going to college,"
"Don't talk like that. All you need to do is apply yourself. I got a call from your teacher today, why didn't you tell me you got a 68 on a math test?" she asked.
"I didn't want to worry you, besides with the money,"
"I'll worry about the money, I'm the parent. Now finish the dishes. I'll put them away when your done and you can work on your math," he didn't bother to tell her he'd already finished it.
No One's POV, Evangeline's house after school
Evangeline turned her car down the street of well manicured lawns and hollywood worthy houses. Her ancient Buic stook out like a sore thumb as she approached a gate. She punched in the code and it opened. Carefully she parked her car hidden as well as she could. Her parents would be horrified if she left 'the eyesore' our for everyone to see.
Once in the house she took off her shoes and put them in the basket with her dad's (no way were her mom's prada shoes going in there). "Evy!" her mom cried. She rolled her eyes and walked into her mom's office. The walls were a nice shade of blue with a preppy name. Her desk was made of glass and all the furniture black leather and the bookshelf was dark wood. Her mother herself was a lean 5'6, but always wore heels no shorter than 3 inches. Her blonde hair was cut in a short fashion forward cut, blue eyes framed by fake eyelashes and waxed eyebrows. She was wearing an attractive gray paintsuit with a pair of killer heels.
"He-" she started but her mom put one manicured finger up, phone cradled between her shoulder and ear typing away on the keyboard making the quiet room echo with a 'click, click, click' the only other sound was a occasion 'uh-huh and ohhhs'.
"Oh, sorry honey, I just avoided a PR nightmare," she said with a sigh leaning back in her chair and taking a sip of Evian. Her mom was a publist and had a list of 'elite' clientele. Evangeline had no idea who they were and could really care less. She could imagine that the PR nightmare was a client wearing pink lipstick instead of red on an interview (they were supposed to go for the vixen angle instead of the innocent one). "Guess what?" she asked excitedly leaning over.
"What?" Evangeline said putting her bag down and digging around for a sharpie and a notebook to draw on the cover.
"We're having dinner at the club, with some friends," Evangeline silently groaned. Like she wanted to spend the night talking with some preppy friends. "And guess what? They have a boy your age," she said looking her daughter up and down. No doubt wondering were they went wrong. Evangeline wasn't a fashionista or jock or even the student president type. Sure she got great grades, but spent most of her time holed up in the art room and had the same two friends since elementary school. She hadn't inheirited her parents height, but stood a petite 5'2. Her hair her dad's shade of brown but had an odd wave to it. Her eyes a dull bluish color. No one knew where she got her art ability.
"Great a blind triple date with chaperones," she said sarcastically. Her mom ignored the comment and pushed on.
"I laid an outfit on the bed for you on your bed. It will look soo cute!" she said. Evangeline rolled her eyes and looked down at her clothes. A pair of jeans Anna had attempted to embroider for her, oversized sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hair in a messy bun. Well it was a little bad, but at least she wasn't wearing her paint splattered overalls with her birkenstocks that had seen better days. "Please take a shower before hand and put on a little makeup. Evy try to use the stuff I bought you. It's your color and it will make you even more amazing," she said then the phone rang. "Be downstairs at five-fifteen, kay?" she nodded with fake smile happy to escape.
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Ohhhh! It's soooo fantastical!!!! :) O and now I'm super duper excited 4 So What!!!! :)