Eve's Stereotypes

Eve, walked on the cold sidewalk with her beat up sneakers down 5th avenue… she was on her way towards the old cemetery where she goes sometimes to visit. Eve was a different type of girl her age she liked to be alone and liked to do things independently. Eve had just turned 17 and did not have any friends, her only friend was herself and her journal. She wrote almost every day in her journal this was her outlet and her way of coping with the stress of built up emotion. Eve’s parents weren't really involved with her life she was basically alone in the big world. When Eve did come home her mom was either throwing up in the toilet or passed out on the couch. Eve’s Father passed away two years ago and this hit Eve and her mother really hard. Eve's mother pushed her away and so Eve went. Eve was slender and of a pale color, she liked the color black… this you could tell by her wardrobe. She wore black almost everyday. Her hair was a dark black color which shined in the light, the tips of her hair where blonde and light and lay mid way on her back. She never used to be like this! Eve once had sunlight blonde hair, and used to like to dress girly and wore flowers in her hair and was considered the perfect child.

She was so far deadly in using the sword, daggers, machete, a gun and even a ninja star… these were just some of the terrifying weapons she had learned to handle. Eve was turning herself into a skilled warrior, she was turning herself into its own weapon. She was no longer slender but, toned she was not only strong on the inside but strong on the outside. Eve wouldn't only put work in on the outside of her body but she would also sneak into official records offices, the FBI headquarters and would even impersonate an agent to get the information she needed to find the men who killed her father on the