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@eden-hadley
Evelyn had to disagree with the girl, but decided to keep that to herself. After all she’d only just met her and to start an argument was something the janitor saw no worth it. “Well, what’s the dog’s story?”
"It's not a dog!" Eden snapped. "It's a tree. There is no story. It's just a tree in a field." She replied firmly, her voice growing more agitated now. Everything irritated her so quickly and she could never even give a real reason as to why.
"You can still be proud of it," he said with a small smile, shrugging. "I don’t know, I’m not cut out for teaching, not high schoolers anyway," he paused, taking in a breath. "Why/how were the teachers back home so bad?" he asked, genuinely interested.
"They let people get away with things they shouldn't have." She replied. "They just didn't seem to care. There was always only one person at fault in every situation."
"Nice name," he said. He smiled a little, despite her expression being hard to read. He couldn’t help it though. Her interesting name brought his and Sloane’s love for old timey but interesting names to mind. He sighed after a moment, just a short quick one before sticking his hands in his pockets. "I imagine someone’s already got Mr. Evan Hardy by now. I’m not very good at the whole teacher business and everything that it comes with."
"Thank you. I can't really take credit for it." She shrugged. Eden tilted her head slightly as he sighed, watching his movement intently. "Probably." The girl replied, raising her eyebrows. "It's ok. You can't be that bad. Not as bad as the teachers back home." Her mind was instantly brought back to all the times they'd turned a blind eye to the teasing Eden had suffered...and they wondered why she acted the way she did.
"Really? Let me see," she said excitedly, moving to kneel beside the girl. "Oh, I think they were just being an ass. Besides, you could just tell them it’s abstract art, right?"
"Of course they were." She replied easily, moving the paper in a way the other could see. "Most of them here are. It's not abstract. They just have warped perception. The person who said it won't bother me again anyways." Eden shrugged.
That’s a nice name. Actually going to add that to my list of favorite names.
What are you up to?
Thank you, though I can't take credit. It was my parents' idea.
I was just painting. It's a tree, but someone told me it looked like a sick dog. I don't see it.
Well, you should look around first before you start freaking out. Whoever messed with it could have hid it. This place is full of devious little rascals.
I'm not freaking out. This is serious. I don't want to look for it. I want the idiot who took it to bring it back to me right now. They can't just take it and get away with it.
If no one can take your book why are you accusing me of taking it? I didn’t take it.
Why do you need it so bad?
I didn't accuse you. I just need to find it.
I...I always read it before I go to sleep. It makes me feel better. Why do you care?
I don’t know, maybe you lost it or someone else took it.
I didn't lose it. No one can take my book. I need it.
Well, it wasn’t me. Honest.
Where’d you see it last?
It was sitting on that table right there. Now it's gone. It had a dark brown cover.
I wouldn’t take your book, I swear.
Where did it go then? It can't disappear.
Which one of you took my book? It isn't funny.
"…Yeah, they shouldn’t have given me the paper; they must have thought he was in one of my classes or something but he’s not on my roster so I’m out searching for him. I thought yelling ‘Evan Hardy!’ down the halls would help. Turns out it just helps me find people with similar names." He shrugs his shoulders again and laughs a little. "What’s your name then?"
"I'm Eden Hadley. Similar, but not quite Evan. I should've been paying more attention to what you were actually saying." She replied to him, the usual dull expression returing to her face. The girl had a hard to read sort of face. You could never really tell if she was angry, or sad, or happy unless she told you.
Good for fast food. Bad for Mexican food. Great when you have the munchies.
I see. I've never had the munchies so I cannot speak from experience, but it sounds ok.
"I don’t know who Evan Hardy is either," he said with a laugh.
"Well that's not very helpful. Especially if he needed an emergency call." She replied, letting a awkward half smile form on her lips."
That is because they don’t.
Reasonable. I've never had Taco Bell. What's it like?
I want Taco Bell.
I don't believe they have that here.
