I started to write this a while ago, so I actually don't know if I can finish this or not... But let's give a try, hopefully I have enough ideas to take this until the end.

The story is telling about a Finnish girl and her life with her family, how it starts to change little by little. It takes a while she even notices how things are going totally wrong way in her opinion... And how she tries to live that kind of life she wants even things around her are like she never wanted them to be... Read more if you want to find out her story!





I was in the kitchen when I heard how the front door shut and steps rumbled to upstairs. I sighed and left after my younger brother. I guess he couldn’t learn to move calmly ever in any place. I peeked to his room and sighed again. My dear brother had done it once again.
- You cut your hair away again! Don’t you understand that if you let your hair grow, all girls would drool after you, I advised him.
- I don’t want that anybody is drooling after me, especially those girls, my brother looked at me with disgust.
My brother had naturally curling blonde hair, which he hated deeply. The same way I hated my own.
- Well, did you even get a good certificate? I asked.
Brother waved his hand towards his desk and deepened to read a Donald Duck magazine.
He had pretty good marks for an 11-year-old boy even I knew how little he had time or how little he even wanted to study for the exams.

I left him to read and returned to kitchen. Dad and mom would be back in any minute from the grocery store and they would be really interested in my final certificate. Next autumn I would start studying in high school. I was pretty sure that I would get in because my average had been really good.
- Eveliina! We’re home now! I heard my mom shouting from the hall.
I made a face when I heard my name. I hated it straight from my heart and mom was the only one who used it always. Usually everybody calls me Eve, it didn’t sound that bad. It wasn’t a secret that I was quite boyish for a girl. I hated dresses and high heels from all my heart. I wasn’t a fan of any kind of girlish stuff either. My hair had been short as long as I could remember. I had been interested in boys’ things much more than any girls’ stuff already when I was a kid. It was really hard for my mom to try to understand it. She just couldn’t understand why I sometimes wanted to be something I could never be. That was the reason why we were arguing all the time. Every now and then I had to hear complaining why I couldn’t be like my older sister Elina was. She was beautiful, feminine, good-behaving, and something more. Mom’s attitude just made me to go further and further. Once she was complaining how disgusting and non-hygienic different piercings in faces looked like. A couple weeks after that there was a brand new piercing in my nose. That was a really good reason for a fight again but the piercing stayed there. My sister saw my behaviour just entertaining but she understood how annoying mom could be sometimes.

When my brother Timo was born, I was angry and envied him at first because he was and he got everything I couldn’t have. When I grew older I understood that it really wasn’t his fault. After that we started to do all kind of “boys’ things” together, because dad didn’t understand much of them. I guess I took the big brother’s place in Timo’s life. We went fishing and I registered him to the Scout Organization and later I got him interested in ice hockey. The thing, which I wanted to do myself, ice hockey I mean. I went still to a scout meetings but I was still annoyed because I couldn’t play ice hockey with the boys when I was a child. The city where I was living was so small that here weren’t any possibilities to make a girls’ team. If we had lived in Helsinki, things would have been differently. But the distance was too big that dad would have driven me there many times a week. My hobbies had been football, volleyball and basketball but none of them had been really my type. Nowadays I played floorball. It felt a bit more like my sport right after skating. I wanted to keep myself in good condition that’s why I was always doing some sports.
And in the middle of this nuthouse, my poor dad tried to live.

Mom wanted to see my certificate right away while dad was unpacking the groceries.
- This is better than Elina’s certificate, mom smiled satisfied.
- Well, I didn’t spend most of the evenings running after boys, I teased her.
Mom’s mouth changed a strict line but this time she didn’t start to argue with me. Elina was mom’s apple of the eye, everybody’s doings were compared to her doings. It drove me crazy sometimes. Elina was the princess of our family, long blonde hair and bluish eyes. How many boys had broken their hearts with her, I’m wondering sometimes. She left to study to be a doctor last autumn after graduating from the high school. And mom was so proud of her oldest child when she was only a nurse herself and dad was a journalist of local newspapers. Mom thought I could be a lawyer then. Yeah, really…

Dad said some praises about my certificate too. He knew how I hated if I was compared to Elina and he didn’t do that, not even accidentally. Then he went to ask Timo’s marks. I got much better along with my dad than my mom, Elina had it in another way. She liked to talk more with mom. I guess the difference was there that dad understood me better and let me be like I was. Mom didn’t accept everything I did and tried to change me all the time. Timo was both parents’ favourite, of the right of the youngest child.

I left mom and dad to wondering Timo’s bald head and went myself out to lie to a hammock. The sun was shining through the leaves of the birches.
The summer holiday had started finally.

Έχει επεξεργασθεί από τον/την Heli στις Τετ Sep 23, 2009 5:06 pm, 11 φορές συνολικά

I decided to make this list to make it easier to remember who’s who in this story. I realized this story is going to be full of names, even I have to think the names sometimes. And the names sound foreigners to most of you, so I’m updating this list after every part if there appear new people. So there's first a name and then little description about the person. At least it makes remembering easier for me, so hopefully it does the same for you.

Character list:

Eveliina ”Eve”: the main character, a boyish girl, going to high school.
Elina: Eve’s big sister, not living at home anymore
Timo: Eve and Elina’s little brother
Pekka: Eve’s dad
Aila: Eve’s mom
Tuula: Aila’s workmate
Seppo: Tuula’s husband
Petri “Pete”: Tuula and Seppo’s son, Eve’s childhood friend who she hates
Vili: A boy from Eve’s neighbour
Henri: Vili’s step-brother
Heidi: Vili’s step-sister
Paula: Eve’s schoolmate
Tiia: Paula’s little sister
Liisa: Eve’s schoolmate
Mirkku: Pete’s ex-girlfriend

Έχει επεξεργασθεί από τον/την Heli στις Κυρ Oct 25, 2009 7:32 pm, 6 φορές συνολικά

Thanks Katja!

Sounds great! I"m waiting for more! =]

Thanks Hen! I have to write more before you can have a new part

Interesting. Can't wait to read more (:

Haha that's ok! Take your time there

Tadaa!



Mom appeared next to me and interrupted my dreaming in the hammock.
- I guess you know we’re going to Pete’s graduation party later today, she reminded me.
- I’m not leaving there! I shouted and got up to sit.
For a moment I had to balance myself not to drop from the hammock to the ground. Luckily I got my balance quickly back and I could stare at mom angrily.
- Why nobody told me we’re going there? I asked angrily.
- I thought Pekka would tell you, mom said excusing my dad.
- And I thought Aila would tell you! dad shouted from the house.
- Anyway, but I’m not leaving there, I repeated.
- The invitation was for the whole family, so you must come! mom argued raising her voice.
- I don’t know any other people than Pete’s family there. It’s gonna be boring there, I complained.
- No can do, we all are going. And you could wear that dress I brought from Tallinn, she said strictly.
- I’m not going to wear that sheet! Not now, nor ever! I yelled with high voice and I had to use all my skills to stay in the hammock.
- You’ll wear it, mom answered emphatically.
- I’m not. I’ll come wearing a skirt or then I won’t come at all, I said determinedly, doing one allowance to my mom.
- Okay then, but be sure that the clothes are fancy enough, she gave up finally.
I guess she heard I wasn’t going to give up at all.

Mom left back to in when I stayed pouting in the hammock. I had forgotten totally that mom’s workmate, Tuula’s son Petri, better known as Pete, had graduated this spring. Mom and Tuula were so good workmates that of course they would invite us. Dad got along with Tuula’s husband Seppo, so it was expectable that we would go. The idea that I should be there all evening without being able to go to city, to celebrate graduating from my school made me feel really annoyed. Personally I didn’t like Pete or his family at all. When we were kids Pete only teased me because he was older. He always found the fact that I wanted to be boyish really funny. It was Pete who taught me the first swore words and the best jokes. As children we got along with each others pretty okay, now only seeing his face made me feel angry.

For some reason I had always got along better with boys than girls. When other girls in my class started to show interest for the opposite sex giggling and thinking who the best looking guy is, I was following it shaking my head. Many girls envied my skill to be myself with boys, a part of girls changed into giggling and blushing shy people right away when even one boy happened to speak them. How many times some of the girls in my class had asked me to take some note to a boy? This was the time under the age of 12.

After that the number of my true friends became smaller. Many girls couldn’t understand why I wasn’t interested in talking about boys all the time. There was something else in this life too than boys, right!? I had friends via hobbies and I knew lots of people. I didn’t have a true friend with whom I could share everything. I was telling myself I didn’t need that kind of person. But every now and then I thought that a listening person would have been in need. I couldn’t tell everything to my family of course.

Sighing I returned back to this moment. How the hell I could leave the party beforehand? An idea started to build up in my mind…

When I was making myself ready for the party, my mom tried to talk me into wearing the dress she had bought for me. I was stronger in that case. The dress was way too feminine for my taste, too big neckline which was highlighting my breasts and hemline was over the knees. And after all this, the dress was white so it was quite sheer. I really wasn’t going to wear it Pete’s graduation party, not in any party actually.

I wore the same skirt and T-shirt which I had had in the morning. They were fancy enough and not too feminine. I would wear also my ballerinas, it was good to walk with them. I didn’t want to use high heels because I was tall enough myself. I was 176 cm tall and if I had for example five centimetres heels, I would draw unnecessary attention with my length. And in that case many boys I know would stay shorter than me. I had noticed it didn’t do any good for their self-esteem.

I made my hair a bit differently and put a little bit more mascara. It would be enough from make-up section. Actually I could do the make-up and do different kinds of hairdos if I had to, thanks to Elina. I can’t remember how many times I had to do her hair with some kind of model or do the make-up for her. I could do it if I wanted, usually I just didn’t want to bother myself. I was many weekends in scout trips, so there in the middle of forest was nobody who would have watched if you had make-up or not. Besides, there were usually no showers so taking make-up away would have been harder than at home.

I woke up from my thoughts when mom shouted from downstairs that we were leaving. I really hoped my idea would work and I could leave earlier from the party.

You go girl! Dresses and heels suck!

great part, can't wait for the next one (:

Thanks Mar!

Haha, I have to agree, dresses and high heels are one of the most annoying things in this world. I can't understand why girls should wear dresses in every parties, like the weddings for example. I would feel so much comfortable with pants... or skirt would be the last option.

I already love this story and the girl! And I totally agree with you two screw High heels and dresses haha

I have one pair of heels, but I only wear them with special occasions. I have one dress as well, but I wear it in combination wih a pair of jeans Coz I'm cool

Thanks Hen and Katja!


I also have only one pair of heels and two dresses...There's two too much in my opinion. But like I said earlier people still thinks that girls should wear dresses in parties, that's why I had to buy them... I have also one skirt which I'm using much more than the dresses.