This is part of The Weekly Writing Challenge
Justin, Callie, Evan and I all live within a few hundred feet of each other and together, have been riding bus number fifty-six to and from school for nearly five years. In the mornings, Evan is always the first one standing at our stop and in the afternoons, he’s always the one holding our driver up from leaving the school grounds on time. He’s funny, in a comical way, and invariably seems to dole out enough witty charm to keep our bus driver from getting too terribly agitated by his continual tardiness. Everyone knows Evan does this on purpose. He’s a bit theatrical and seems to enjoy the opportunity to schmooze with an adult …
I was twelve when I first met Evan. He was taller than I was – which was kinda rare in the seventh grade since most of the boys had yet to hit any real growth spurt. Then again, he wore his hair spiked up in little peaks that simulated sharpened pencil tips. Which looking back makes me wonder if he really was taller than me or if it was just those golden tips that permeated the space above him. Of course at the time he was obsessed with Arnold Schwarzenegger and The Terminator movies – I guess he thought his meticulous naturally brunette turned peroxide yellow coif was as close to appearing Bavarian as he could be.
In ninth grade, after seeing Point Break, Evan turned his fixation to surfing. He let his hair grow out so he could make it swing with the tilting of his head. And he was always saying things like, “Hang loose Dude”. He even highlighted his hair and used self-tanner that turned his skin more of a burnt orange than the savage brown he was after.
Now Evan is totally into the Grunge thing, knows every word to every Pearl Jam song, and recently told me he was considering becoming a vegan – a term that I had to look up not realizing there where actual subtitles in vegetarianism. Still, I like Evan. He’s a regular chameleon yet he’s about as concrete as a person can be – always in a good mood, and ready to pounce on you with a stupid adage like, “Turn that frown upside down” if he catches you sulking.
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The preceding 382 words are part of a character development exercise hosted by the Daily Post at Word Press. Here is the LINK if you want to read more or get in on the Weekly Writing Challenge yourself. Additionally, it just so happens that Evan (and Justin and Callie and the narrator) are characters in my next book – a Y/A crossover. What’d ya think?? Can you picture Evan? Think early ninety’s …