all the boys get lonely after you leave (OPEN)

[Evan Soloman]

I was good she was hot
stealin' everything she got
I was bold she was over the worst of it

gave me gear thank you dear
bring your sister over here
let her dance with me just
for the hell of it

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Evalyn Soloman didn't take no for an answer. She didn't believe in the word can't. She didn't give up unless she was 100% satisfied and she was almost never 100& satisfied. Everything had to be perfect and not perfect on anyone else's standards, but her own. If she didn't have pride in what she did, then nobody else would either. The last thing she wanted to do was disappoint anyone. Her mother called her a perfectionist. Her sister called her a freak. Their opinions however important to her did not match at all against her own. Her biggest critic was herself. When she failed there was no on to blame, but herself. She was harsh and she was strict, but she got results.When she wanted something, she fought for it. And there was absolutely nothing Evan wanted more than the head cheerleader position.

It may seem like a shallow thing to fight so hard for, but there was nothing more important to her than this. Cheerleading was her life. When she woke up in the morning it was the first thing on her mind and when she went to sleep at night it was the last thing. She had dreams about pom poms and back handsprings. She obsessed over new stunts and routines. She was always prepared to record herself if she ever came up with a new cheer. She had more school spirit locked into her tiny little frame than anyone else at Forks High School and she wasn't even from Washington.

Truth be told, Evan was slightly disappointed in Forks. She figured the only place that could ever really fulfill her spirit would be a small town in Texas were football meant everything, but of course she was forced to settle. Evan had been settling her entire life. When she was younger and her family lived in the suburban area of Manhattan, she cheered for a pee-wee league. That was her first taste of the sport (yes, she considers it a sport and is highly offended when anyone argues with her about it.) Years later when she was old enough to really become competitive with cheerleading, her middle school didn't have a team. Instead, her mother forced her into gymnastics classes and said it was just about the same thing. It wasn't. While the classes did prove to be very beneficial, there was a difference between being a gymnast and being a cheerleader.

When they moved to Washington the first thing the young blonde did was search her new school's website for any sports team that needed a cheerleading squad. She wasn't disappointed when she learned that the Forks High School Spartans cheerleaders were some of the top in the nation. On her very first day at FHS she approached the head cheerleader and insisted that she and her just as talented, but less interested twin sister be allowed to tryout of the team despite the fact that the school year had already started.

Julia, said head cheerleader, laughed in her face. Evan knew better than to let what the other girl did get to her and instead decided to show off her talents right there in the cafeteria for all to see. She began flipping through the crowded room as if she were tied to a rope and being pulled around. Her handsprings were textbook. Her tucks were perfect. Even things as simple as her roundoff and kartwheels were so precise that any professional would have wept. There was no questioning Evan's spot on the team. Julia would have been insane not to accept her and her sister, who only stood on the sideline and watched in amusement. The next day they wore their royal blue and gold uniforms with pride.

So yes, cheerleading meant a lot to her. She was going to do everything she possibly could to get a scholarship and go on to great things. She was destined to be the best and she didn't care who she had to step on to get there. If practicing every night until late pushed her over her competition, she would do that.

Evan stared at the taunting blue mat in front of her. It was practically begging her to sprint down its length and perform. She needed to practice her roundoff back handspring full twisting layout before the gym lights were turned off for the night. Unfortunately, her sister was nowhere to be seen. Evan didn't usually request for Grace to spot her, but she had been uneasy about the position of her landing. She sighed and dropped her blue duffle bag down onto the wooden bleachers. If Grace wasn't going to take Evan's extra practice seriously, than that counted her twin sister out of the competition for head cheerleader.

Evie stretched out her arms and legs while keeping her gaze fixated onto the mat. She could do this. She would do this. She nodded her head once, twice and then prepared herself to run. Just as she lifted her foot to take off down the mat she stopped abruptly. Evan turned to look over her shoulder and frowned at the sound of the gym doors opening and then closing. She didn't have direct sight to the doors due to the bleachers blocking the doorway, but whoever it was they were disturbing her practice time.

Evan stepped away from the mat, fully prepared to tell someone off.

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roundoff back handspring full twisting layout. outfit. song.