Evey: runs around the readers in circles "this is my first fan fiction so please R&R. I would like some pointers on how to make my writing better so that I may be as good as I possibly can and reach my goal of becoming a famous author."
Tart: crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans back against the wall "Shuddap, no one wants to hear what you want...they just want to read what's going to happen to me and Pudding."
Evey: continues to babble on about nothing but stops running because she fears she will runs out of breath before she gets it all out
Tart: throws arms in the air and bellows, "GOD!...Do you ever shut up!"
Evey: ...cries...
Walking home from work alone had become a normal thing for her even before she and the other Mew Mews had defeated the aliens. She had memorized every tree, every pebble on the ground in which she walked. This was the time given to her to think for when she got home, monkeys hit the fan. Her brothers and sisters were out of wack most of the time and she had to be the one to deal with them.
Ever since she had finished her business as super girl, Ryou continues to support her and her financial issues and even had an apartment set up in his name for her to use. She guessed he felt bad about forcing "save the entire planet" on her. She was grateful but sometimes it eased her mind to know that she was still working at the cafe and earning it to some degree.
She looked up at the sky with her big brown eyes and sighed as the wind picked up around her and blew into her face, causing her now waist-length blonde hair to flow artfully around her.
"I wonder...,"She let her words trail off in the cold night air as she turned on her heels around the corner of the street and headed for her apartment. She climbed the worn down stairs and unlocked the door. As she opened the door she turned on the lights and quietly shut it behind her, hoping not to make her presence be known to her siblings.
She threw off her long, winter trench coat and plopped down in a seat at the dinner table, staring at the plate of food that was left out for her. She touched the food and grimaced.
"It's cold." She whispered then got up and turned off the main room's light as she walked towards her bedroom, not even bothering to pick up and dispose of the plate of offerings left by her siblings.
As she walked down the hall she opened up every room and checked on her resting brothers and sisters. There were three rooms total. Her two sisters were on the right side of the hall, her two brothers on the left, and hers in the middle.
Her siblings had chosen this arrangement, even thought she gladly stated that she could sleep on the couch in the front room. All they had done then was shake their heads and drag her off to that room, telling her that if they had gotten scared, they could just rush to the center room and crawl in bed with her. They said that they would have a place that they felt safe if she were in it and was easy accessible. She had hesitantly taken the room but she had come to love it and thanked them in her head for urging her to take it and earn her own privacy.
As she flipped on the light to her room, she walked around without even paying attention. Everything was subconsciously set in her mind.
The wooden bookshelves and desk were placed almost right where you walk in, only leaving enough room for the door to swing open and hit the wall to cause an unwanted dent in the dark yellow, almost tan walls. Her bed, draped in brown sheets and a yellow comforter set, was placed against the wall in which the doorframe was and.
A window faced across from that, leaving a view of the apartment complex's lake that you weren't supposed to swim in even though she knew her siblings did. They did a lot of weird stuff just like she did before she turned sixteen.
She approached the vanity mirror and dresser standing beside the window and stared at the person that was supposedly her reflection. She didn't look that much different. Her eyes were the same brown. Very open, expressive, and excited. Her hair was the same color and only grew out her hair to her waist because she felt like a part of her would be missing if it weren't there. She had only grown less than a foot, thinking that something in the DNA transfer had somehow messed up how her growth progressed.
As she stared at her reflection, her thoughts wandered to how Tart would look right now and how he would act and dress and cry and laugh. She let her hand drift towards the table and set her hand on the tin box that had been sitting on the top of the dresser for six years, only coming off to get candy replacements in when the others went bad.
She fought back the tears that were now forming in her eyes as she walked over to the light switch and turned them off. Hopping into bed, she curled up in a tight ball and waited for sleep to take her childhood memories away.
Evey: so?...how'd you like it? turns to face pudding
Pudding: I loved it!
Tart: has been left out of this chapter and is now sad
Evey: continues to ignore him without even realizing she is as she continued to ramble on about the first chapter being up and readable by the public
Pudding: nods her head, totally agreeing with her
Tart: goes psycho and debates whether he should kill Evey or not
Evey: recognizes the look on his face and runs like hell "UNTIL NEXT TIME!" ( Evey is me...just in case you people are getting confused since I am talking in the third person...)