She was a quiet girl. Always paid attention in class, and handed in her work on time. She was meticulous when it came to projects and reports, because she knew that it was better if she started earlier and have more time to get it done.
On the weekends, she heads to the local library, organizing the books and helping the librarians organize the children's activities, which she helped with. Her elderly co-workers thought she was a sweetheart, very kind and absolutely great with kids. The kids even enjoyed when she read, because she was great at doing voices and acting out the parts in the stories.
Everyone had something good to say about her. Not one negative thing has been said or even thought of. She's always there for people.
Her father is her number one inspiration, and always has been since her mother passed away when she was ten. She never goes a day without thinking of her mum. Since the day her mother passed, she learned that she had to take care of herself better, especially since she was growing bigger and was starting to develop maturely.
Her father, ever since his wife's passing, has not interacted with a woman ever since. He loved his wife and still does, but he will not replace her because he knows it won't be the same.
Her friends, which her dad thinks are a bit too mature at her age, thinks the same about her. They try to get her to go to frat parties, but she doesn't like to go near them. It's not her thing, as she would rather play a game of cards with her father than be at a party with crazy things she couldn't bear to see.
Overall, she was a quiet, homebody person. She knew that she was striving for a chance at writing, and she needed to focus on that instead of partying. She loved children and enjoyed reading to them on the weekends. She'd rather much try to get a good grip onto life than be on drugs and having to share an apartment with four other drug addict mates who don't make a good living.
And to top it all off, her name was Evie-Mae Alexanders.