Hey guys, now that I'm done the story - it's time for some rewriting and fixing up! Here's Chapter one rewritten and in a new point of view! 
Chapter One: The Idea.
"...And to all those juniors and seniors out there, please be safe this 'break! And responsible. Having a license doesn't make you any older..." Evie soon lost interest in listening to her school's principal babble on about this Spring Break.
"Evie, Spring Break starts tomorrow. What are we going to do?" Carly, Evie's best friend, whined in the seat in front of her. They were in their first period class, English twelve, listening to the announcements. Carly had her legs crossed in her chair, trying her best to hide her phone in her lap. Her big brown eyes looked annoyed, but her face showed she was upset.
"Don't worry, I'll think of something." Evie shrugged, putting her book mark back into her book. Evie took her long, bleached blond hair and put it into a messy bun on top of her head. She felt very drained today, just waiting for that sixth period bell to ring so she can escape into the week long vacation.
"You better! Man, keeping us waiting like this." Said a deep voice. Evie looked at the boy walking towards her and Carly. He was tall, and very fit. He wore a wife beater top and straight legged jeans. His name was Brad Kesol and he was Evie's other good friend. Brad was aslo Carly's six year boyfriend. He sat down next to Evie and plopped an elbow on her shoulder after kissing Carly good morning.
"Don't worry, guys. We'll do something." Evie responded, slouching back into the chair. "Also, what are you doing here?" She turned to Brad. "Don't you have weights first period?"
"Yeah, but we have ten minutes before the bell rings so I figured I'd hang out with you guys here." Brad shrugged.
"Evie - I seriously want to do something this week. Something out of state, you know?" Carly pressed on to the subject.
"If you could get your mom to agree to that one." Evie smiled, arching an eyebrow. Her bleached hair started to come lose from her bun and she took it out, shaking it down.
"Oh, believe me, she will." Carly smirked, looking at them. Brad sighed and Evie felt a doubtful from that remark. Carly's mother was fun and nice, but she was very over protective of her wild daughter. Letting her escape the state with two other kids her age was a big step.
As they continued to talk plans for the upcoming week, an administrator came through the door with a tall boy by his side. The boy must have been six foot and was very lean. He hung his head low and slouched as he walked into the classroom. The administrator pointed to the empty seat in the back before walking over to our teacher to explain his absence. The boy walked slowly past them, bumping lightly into Evie as he past by. Evie felt her self shudder, she knew the boy. His name was Aaron Risoni, she used to and still does have a big crush on him. They've known each other since the very first day of high school.
"Did you see that?" Carly hissed, her big eyes growing even wider. Carly never got why Aaron and Evie didn't date, she thought they would be perfect together.
"Aaron was late?" Evie was confused by the question.
"No!" She shot, "He touched you!"
"By accident!" Evie protested, it wasn't really anything big for Aaron to touch her.
"Uh huh, oh yeah, sure." Carly pushed her attention to her phone again. From there, they dropped the subject. Brad looked around the white, bricked wall room as Carly texted in between her tiny legs and Evie read her book. "Carly - phone please." All three of the kids' heads looked up at their teacher who held his hand out impatiently.
"Can I have it back at the end of class?" She pouted, sliding off her blue chair.
"No."
"Please?"
He looked at her like she was crazy, "No!"
Carly sighed, "Fine." She turned and slowly returned to her chair, looking at Evie, pouting. Evie looked up from her book and smiled.
"Mr. Kesol, what are you doing in my class room?" Their teacher asked, looking directly at Brad. Brad looked up and then at the clock - he had two minutes to get down to the first floor of their enormous school to go to weights class.
"Ah, sorry Mr.Barso." Brad got up, stretching his big arms. He leaned down to kiss Carly's forehead, waved at Evie and then walked slowly out of the room. Even when the bell rung two minutes later, she wasn't at all ready for English. She looked over her pale shoulder at Aaron who must have been staring back at her since his eyes darted away quickly. Evie faced back at the bored, smiling to herself.
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"Did you think of anything?" Carly asked as they walked down the crowded staircase. Kids were pushing and running down, trying to get everything they needed so they could escape the school for a week. Even with all the jostling and fast movement, Carly and Evie moved very slow down the steps next to each other.
"No, not yet." Evie replied, pushing her stringy blonde hair back. Carly sighed and paused with Evie as there was a built up jam on the stair well. Behind the two were Aaron and few of his friends. As Carly fixed her shoulder-length brown hair, Evie picked up on Aaron's conversation.
"Yeah, man. My mom freaked and told me I wasn't aloud to hang out with you this break." Evie turned to look up at his statue. She saw his eyes look at her from a side and quickly turned around.
His friend now spoke, "Oh, man. That sucks, we are going to Myrtle."
"Damn." Aaron shrugged.
Before she could listen up on the rest, the stairs unjammed and Carly was pulling Evie down so she could go get her phone back.
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Evie relaxed on her bed, tired from the school day. She positioned her body so her head hung off the side of the bed, her legs resting against the wall. She looked at her face in the mirror across the room: her blue eye were surrounded in smudged makeup and her hair was becoming more wavy from the humidity. A buzzing sensation went off in the pockets of her jeans and she bent her head up to pull her phone out.
"Hello?" She asked, hanging her head again.
"Hey!" Carly's familiar, loud voice rung into Evie's ear. It was all static - sounding like she was in a car.
"...Hi?" Evie responded, wondering what Carly wanted. Carly hardly ever called anyone, usually she just texted them.
"Brad and I are on our way over." Evie managed to understand through all the static.
She sat up, "Why?"
"We're going to make plans!" Evie could hear the excitement in her voice.
Evie swung her legs around and hoped off the bed, "Right now?"
"D'oh!"
Evie sighed, stretching, "Fine."
"Oh yeah, love you too!" 'Click'. Evie looked down at the phone and shrugged, tossing it on her bed. She pushed her hair into a pony tail and sat on the wheel chair of her desk.
Ten minutes later, Evie heard a car door close and looked out her window: Carly and Brad were walking up to her front door. She raced down to go greet them.
"Okay, so we're deff' going to the beach!" Carly said, logging onto Evie's laptop. Brad relaxed on Evie's bed, choosing another song to play aloud from her iPod. Evie walked around her room, looking for things to do. When Carly and Brad arrived, they discussed plans with Evie's mother. She gave them permission but warned them that they were only aloud to venture on the east cost.
"How about Jersey? We could stay in Jessica's four bedroom condominium!" Evie suggested. Jessica was a good friend of Evie's and had a condominium in New Jersey. Evie stayed there with Jessica and her family before and really enjoyed it.
"Um.. Jessica? No thanks." Carly and Brad stated. They all shared a laugh, then got back to business. "I got it!" Carly shrieked, bouncing in Evie's chair.
"What?" Evie asked. She walked over to where Carly sat and glanced at the screen. Instant messages? "What?" She repeated, hovering over her shoulder.
"North Carolina! Maria suggested it!" Carly turned to us, smiling big. Maria was a friend from Carly's art class that Brad and Evie were not too fond of.
"Why?" Brad asked.
"...Cheap gas!" Carly nearly shouted.
Evie plopped on her bed, rubbing her temples. 'Where to go, where to go?!" She thought to herself.
"Florida?" Brad asked.
"Florida? Hell no!" Carly vetoed the idea instantaneously. But the more Evie thought about, the more she liked it.
"Hell yes!" Evie protested, loving the idea. She got up and high fived Brad.
"Huh?" Carly asked; lost.
"Think about it," Evie started, "it has the most sun, the most beach, and the most clubs!"
"Eh, I don't know." Carly shrugged. "It always reminded me of a place where old people went when they retired."
Evie winked at Brad, "Alright, fine, Jessica's it is!" She teased, clapping her hands.
Carly sprang to her feet, "No!"
"Then let's go to Florida!" Evie shook her shoulders.
"Okay! We'll go home and pack, but one question..." Carly started to log out of Evie's laptop.
Brad and Evie looked at each other, "Yeah?"
"Where in Florida?" Carly asked, sitting back down.
"I'll think things over with my parents, they'll know the best spot." Evie thought out loud. Brad and Carly said their goodbyes and Evie start explaining soon afterwards to her parents.
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"My mom said Florida was fine." Carly spoke, chomping on some type of snack. Evie was spread among her rug, doing last minute homework. Her hair was wet from the shower she just took and always liked to hang out on her feathered rug right after one. The feeling of the feathers on her just-shaven legs felt amazing to her.
"Yeah, so did mine." Evie said, pressing "speaker" then shutting the phone and tossing it across the rug.
"Did you ever come up with a place to go?" Carly asked. Evie looked up from her papers and thought. No, she didn't. Evie grabbed the phone and walked to her laptop, opening it and logging on. "Hello?" Carly asked after no responce.
"Hold on." Evie stated simply, opening up her internet to search great vacation area's in Florida. "How about I ask my parents about Miami?" Evie suggested after reading a little about the great spot.
"Miami sounds good to me." Evie pictured Carly shrugging, then smiled as she emailed it to her father who was on his computer.
"Okay, I emailed the idea to my dad. I'll get back to you tomorrow." Evie leaned back in the chair.
"All right, good night." Carly stated, ending their conversation.
