Glass That Had Not Shattered

Evangeline Thomas actually thought she could be the difference in her family; she was so used to the same thing from everyone: boring, lifeless, and self-centered. But she wanted to be their opposites by being peppy, interesting, and someone who cares about other people. As she turns fifteen in the year 2022, she realizes that her dream is at stake right before her eyes.

Chapter 2

Evangeline Thomas

I didn't turn around for awhile, but, eventually, I did look back. It was pitch black outside, and I couldn't see anything, nevertheless where I was going. But I could hear everything. Well, all there was to hear, anyway.

For the most part, I heard the sound of my own panting, and the sound of my footsteps. Besides the occasional cricket or howl, all was silent.

By the time it was dawn, I was extremely exhausted; I wanted to die. I had been running - or jogging when I got tired - for hours. I was tired, and hungry, and I wanted to go home.

But something inside of me knew that I no longer had a home.

I kept going. I didn't let myself stop, no matter how much that little voice in the back of my head yelled for me to.

I had no idea to where I had roamed. I was definitely not in Nashville anymore; if I was, I would see lights and cars and people, and be able to hear buzzing voices and car horns and blasting music.

I heard and saw nothing of the kind.

There was nothing to hear, really. But I did see some unusual sights. There was land. Only land. The heights of the grasses differed; some were rather short, and some were obviously overgrown - taller than me, even, not like that's saying much, since I'm under five feet myself. No matter the sizes of the grass, it was obvious that I was the first visitor the green plants had ever seen in a while.

I walked on a narrow dirt path parted directly between the grass. At one point, the path I was following ended.

Yet I had no intentions of stopping my journey.

I parted through the tall grasses, but they seemed to be nothing but a boundary. After I stepped through them, they, too, ended, and I was walking through a meadow with flowers and the occasional tree. It looked like a fairy tale.

But I did not stop.

I snatched my Techy-phone out of my back pocket and snapped a few photos. By the quality of the pictures, you could swear I was inside of a Snow White story.

I walked for a while longer, through the endless meadow of nothingness. I came upon a line of thick, tall, healthy trees. They darkest red-brown bark and full, bushy, green leaves made this place look amazing.

All at once, I came to a halt.

I heard voices.

Two of them.

One female, one male.

They were arguing.

"We can't hide out here forever, Zachary!" The woman - or, girl; her voice sounded young, around my age - yelled.

"Where do you think we are supposed to go? Taylor, this isn't just a game anymore! It's a reality! We have no where to go, nothing we can do! We're stuck here until we can find our ways home!" The boy seemed about the same age as the girl - Taylor, apparently her name was - and the same age as me.

"We don't have a home anymore, and you know it. Don't lie to me."

"We do have a home. I have no idea where it is, but we have one. And it sure as hell ain't here," Zachary said.

All was silence.

I moved some leaves and branches. They made loud crunching sounds and I saw the silhouettes of the two teenagers' heads before I jumped to the ground to hide myself. I did not want them to know that I had heard there conversation.

"Did you hear that?"

"Of course I heard it."

They came closer.

I did not move a muscle.

They peeked through the leaves that I had oh-so-carelessly rustled just seconds before and I was exposed.

But, still, I did not move.

They gasped.

"How did you get here?!" Taylor asked, with a surprised tone in her voice. "What do you want, and why are you here?"

Zachary laughed and patted his friend - friend, sister, girlfriend, mother for all that I know - on the back. "You don't need to bombard her with questions just yet. How about we get to know her first, and then you can interrogate her?"

They both looked at me.

Taylor had blonde hair with streaks of all of my favorite colors - neon colors. Blue, purple, green, yellow, orange...her head was like a rainbow. She had pale skin and blue eyes. Zachary, on the other hand, had green eyes, and brown hair. Zachary, I must say was cute.

Very cute.

"I don't trust her already. Looks like she's from a big city; you can't trust big city people," Taylor said with a roll of her blue eyes, a flip of her rainbow-colored hair, and a cross of her white arms.

Zachary laughed again. He looked down to me; I was still on the ground. "Where are you from?"

"Nashville," I answered. I didn't like these people. They didn't like me. So we should both just go on with our ways, right?

I wish.

"SEE?!" Taylor screamed, at the top of her lungs. She was very unhappy; anyone could tell that she was disturbed by my presence in her meadow.

"Taylor! Calm down. She's just a girl. She's innocent. What harm can she do?"

"We have no idea! And, frankly, I don't know about you, but I don't want to find out."

"Invite her."

"What? No way!"

He looked at his friend/sister/person in an evil-looking way.

She sighed and rolled her eyes for a second time. "Would you like to join us on our adventure?"

And with two sets of eyes, one blue, one green, staring at me in such inviting and hateful ways at the exact time, how could I say no?

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