Sixteen-year-old Evelyn O'Donald was staring dreamily out the window, as she was often wont to do. The book she had been reading fell unheeded to her desk as she stood, stretching her slender, pale body, and went to open the window. She leaned her elbows on the sill, gazing outside.<br/><br/>The grass was vibrantly green under the spring sun, and it made her want to go out and cartwheel in dizzy circles, the kind of thing only her sister ever saw her do. The other girls in town would laugh at her, and it wasn't like she didn't get enough of that.<br/><br/>"Eve!"<br/><br/>She jumped slightly. Someone had called her, bringing her abruptly back to the present time and place. She turned from the window, decided it was too hot for her oversized sweatshirt, and discarded it before heading downstairs to see who had called.