With a chug, a rattle and a strange squealing sound Evie took off, winding around the corners and bumping across the pot holes. Her full name was Evelyn Amelia Longford. Evelyn after her beloved Grandmother who passed away a year ago after a long and painful battle with cancer, Amelia after her mothers favourite heroine from some novel she read when she was pregnant. She always thought her name sounded to rich and flashy for her, so she only ever went by Evie and unless she absolutely had to would not tell anyone her full name. Evie suited her, it was mischievous and pixie like. Though Evie was tall she did look a bit a pixie, tall and slim with wavy brown hair with just a hint of red, green eyes bright like emeralds. Her mother used to say “my Pixie always up to mischief.” always good mischief though, not the kind that ever hurts anyone on purpose but occasionally does accidentally. Evie had a good heart and truly cared about other people and tried to help them, though this is usually how she ended up in trouble. This time was no different as she slide around the corner breaks squealing. Damn dirt road much to slidey for my liking she said but I can’t slow down I have to get everything ready.