"Evan!" Mrs. Slain shouted.
"Evan!" She shouted again, being slightly louder the second time. Just when Evander was about slip on his Dr. Dre beats, that's when he hears his mother's calls.
"Ma' you called me?" Evander asked, a bit confused.
"Yes, now get down here and start heading to school, hurry up!" Mrs. slain said.
Evander hopped off his bed and snatched his binder off the floor nearby. Then he placed his beats around his neck. He walked out of his room then made his way downstairs, seeing his curly-haired mother waiting by the door while smiling, exposing those gleaming braces of hers.
"You want a ride to school to today?" Mrs. Slain offered.
"Nah, no thanks. I'm kinda in the mood to walk right now...why would I wanna get to school quicker anyways?" Evander replies, grinning.
Mrs. Slain grins herself while rolling her eyes, saying, "Boy if you don't get cho' black ass outta here."
Evander laughs and swings the door open ready to walk out. Mrs. Slain pulls him back into the house and bear hugs him.
"You thought you was gonna leave without us doing our daily ritual?" Mrs. Slain says, tightening her grip around Evander's body while twirling around wildly.
Evander is barely able to sigh when he says, "Come on ma' seriously, we gotta stop this."
Damn. He almost got away; so close to getting out of the house without his mother doing this to him. When he was in third grade she all of a sudden came up with the idea of trying to hug him until he could no longer even gasp for air - every morning before school. Every single morning. Mrs. Slain never broke this habit. Back then he used to complain about it non-stop. Things were no different now. But it isn't like he can do anything about it. Mrs. Slain has always been a tall female, now standing exactly two inches over six feet tall. She towered over him by several inches. Once she has his arms wrapped around him, it's time to accept fate.
If Evander was a complete loner in school, and he didn't have his best friend Lace, his parents would be his best friends for sure. Hell, besides Lace they're his best friends now; two of the most amazing beings from his perspective. They had Evander unexpectedly as the commonly despised teen parents, with Mrs. Slain being fourteen and Mr. Slain sixteen. Despite all the typical troubles and struggles they've been through as teen parents, everything has worked out and Evander has them both.
"Hey!" Evander could hear his dad yell from the kitchen. Mr. Slain came stepping out into the living room with a sarcastic frown on his face and holding a brown mug steaming with hot coffee. His bald head shined in the sunlight that gleamed through the window near Evander. Evander had to tilt his head back a little to look at it, due to his father being even taller than Mrs. Slain. He's always wondered why both of his parents were so tall but he is only of average height.
Evander tried hard to hold in a smile that was caused by his dad's expression. Mr. Slain still stood there not saying anything.
"Um....Travis what the hell do you want?" Mrs. Slain says, giggling and giving Mr. Slain a questionable glare.
He glances at Evander and says, "I wanna know if Evan is going to ever start back playing sports again. It's been two years now. Remember the talk we had last night? I know it's too late for you to try and join now because the end of the school year is on the way, but after the summer is over you could be back on it again and make a good senior year before graduation. I'm just bringin' this up now because I wanna know if you still considerin' the idea."
Mrs. Slain's face goes blank.
"Travis. Give him a chance to think about it later. He has to get to school now," she says, swaying Evander out the door. When he steps out on porch he hears the door slam behind him.
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Evan
Horror'She could hear his dog tags jingling as he walked. The blood dripping knife she saw in his hand had her paralyzed in her own fear. That look he had in his eyes was almost demonic. She's never seen him like this before.' Evander loves his parents li...
