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Monday, 16 April 2012
09:08:31 PM (GMT)
There used to be a Caroline in school.
Shy, bubbly, and innocent; a quiet girl with big eyes and long, blond curls. Her
mother donned her in light pink bows and baby frills. She lived upon the grace of
air, frothy and light, skimming the boarder of endearing and childlike.

There was an Evangeline in school, in which everyone envied. They called her Eve, and
her walk almost beckoned trouble of a family sort. Eyes would glance at her as she
sauntered down the hall, smiling and waving. She wore the colors of winter. She was
not shy with her ample curves. Gleaming blonde silk draped over bare shoulders and
cascaded down her back. She drew in crowds.

The block with the cracked sidewalks where Caroline came home to made an effort to
appear welcoming. The iron railing seemed to say "character," rather than "rusted,"
although rusted is what they were. The ivy climbing the buildings said "hidden
garden," rather than "untended." To Caroline, she lived in a dollhouse, charming and
quaint. 

Evangeline lived with her aunt and uncle on a tree lined street, in a neighborhood
where the soft smell of blossoms and cut grass filled the air. Children played in
gymnasiums and dance studios in town, rather than in their perfectly manicured yards.
After school, one could hear clumsy fingers practicing piano while parents took their
brandies  in the study. She wondered who watched the children while adults attended
cocktail parties and hosted dinner guests.

Caroline read and spent hours studying paintings in books. She listened to a
classical music and preferred a lace doily under the tea and sweets her mother
prepared for her every afternoon. Evangeline could often be found driving with her
convertible top down, surrounded by other girls blasting raunchy music. At night, she
danced until she fell, laughing and later going to get greasy burgers at all night
diners with friends. 

There was a man in town. The next week, there was not a man in town. There was also
one less girl in school. She laid, with her long blonde hair covering her bruised
arms, in a field covered by underbrush and debris, only to be found later by boys
carrying badges and guns.

Comments 
lostbutstillrunning says:   29 April 2012   442662  
Not trying to be no creepy stalker, but...
This.
Was fucking beautiful.
DinoRAWR says :   6 May 2012   549861  
@lostbutstillrunning 
thank you so much! i wasn;t sure, but thanks! 
 

 
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