GARNET, eva

[eva garnet]

eva naomi garnet

name: Katja
age: nineteen
gender: female
writing experience: most of my life
how’d you find us?: Melinda gave me a piggyback
a favorite book: Nectar in a Sieve by Kamala Markandaya
other character(s): Julianna Sellenger, Neil Balcombe, Lucas Murray, Alexia Kingston, Ewan Colbourne (and Brynn Hurst)


name: Eva Naomi Garnet
age: sixteen
citizen? upper or lower schooling?: lower
previous residence: Leeston, New Zealand
eye color: hazel
hair color: blonde
height: 5’5
distinguishing features:
-dark birthmark on her right collarbone
-scar on the top left side of her forehead, heading into her hairline (from a bike accident at age ten)

four good personality traits

four bad personality traits

three quirks

important people

history

Once upon a time, in a land far away—called New Zealand, which is really cool and you should visit someday!—a lady met a man. The man was in seminary at the time, but he later became a preacher of his own congregation. The lady was a college graduate working as a live-in nanny. She liked to quilt. Anyway, they married and had a baby named Nat. He was big, fat, and ugly. Believe me, I’ve seen pictures. But he got cute eventually, so it’s all good. He grew up quickly, or so I’m told—clearly, I wasn’t alive yet—and eventually, five years later, welcomed his baby sister into the world. Yeah, that’s me! Save the applause for the end, please.

My first memory is when I was three. I was sitting on the floor in the kitchen, playing with a doll, when my brother, Nat, came in with his schoolbooks and tried to teach me multiplication. Yeah, I totally didn’t get it. But he tried… and I eventually learned my tables really well. Maths wasn’t really my thing, though. While Nat got off being all logical and precise, I always liked the feel of the unexpected. Like a random—but really not so random, you know?—set of notes played on a piano or the spur-of-the-moment decision to put a gecko on your Great Aunt Celeste’s pillow. Yeah, we totally did that. And she laughed! She was like eighty and she was laughing and laughing, saying she hadn’t had a good prank in years. She even thanked us! I think my daddy almost had a heart attack.

Anyway, I grew up well. My daddy was a preacher, like I said. He’s… well, amazing. I’ve always looked up to him, probably more than anyone else. Like, anyone at all, in the whole world! Even when he was young, like before my brother or I were even born, he knew exactly what he wanted and he went for it. Well, he says he knew exactly what God wanted for him, but I think it was kinda the same thing. And, mostly, that was just to… you know, help people and stuff. He’s the most selfless person I know, and he still knows how to have a good laugh. And my mum really just stayed home with us… sewed a lot of quilts to sell and visited with parishioners. It’s super cool, though. This one time, I went with my friend up to Marlborough to see her aunt and a saw one of mum's quilts in her house. It was crazy!

I played a lot of music as a kid. Piano and cello, really, though I’ll try anything that makes sound. Mum and Dad pushed on this a lot. I was playing for services by the time I was seven. I sang, too, though mostly stayed behind the instrument. Singing wasn’t as fun, I guess. I played concerts too, mostly at church… but sometimes a lot of people came! I’d like to keep on with it for as long as I can. It would be a dream to play professionally. What else? Ummm… I’ve played netball and softball for most of my life too. It was really my daddy’s pushing on this… he likes his sports quite a lot, and Nat was always more for the academics than playing. Nat and I were always really close, though, even with the five years between us and even though he’s serious and I’m more… I don’t know… silly. We have always had fun together, even pranking and such. I have pride that I am able to make him smile when he’s usually so serious.

I remember when I was ten. I was riding my bike after Nat. He and his friend, Samson, were racing up ahead and I just couldn’t keep up. I eventually turned around to go home, but looked back as I rode to look at them. I didn’t see the car at first. It was parked along the road, where it hadn’t been minutes before. When I saw it, I swerved … but my bike toppled and my head hit a fence. I had staples in my scalp after that… there was so much blood. I really don’t remember that much about it. Just Nat, screaming my name, and cradling my head in his lap while the neighbours called emergency. I think, maybe, that was the important part.

Nat is actually the reason I came to Saint-Michel. I love my home, and I do miss it… but I missed him more after he left. It scared me when I realised that things change. Life moves on, and sometimes it hurts. I mean, it’s not like I’ve never lost someone. My mum’s parents have both passed now, and my daddy’s mum too. But it seemed expected, kinda. You know… they were older. When Nat moved, it was like losing part of myself. I know I can’t stay with him forever, but hey… I’m only sixteen. Maybe… well… I hope it’s okay to hang on for just a little longer. He doesn’t seem to mind, anyway. It was my parents idea that I go to the Académie d'Ouvrard, and Nat thought it would be fun. So here I am! It’s my third year now, wow. Time flies. I really do love it here, and I love being so close to him.

if you could be anywhere, where would you be? “Well, I’m really happy here. But if I could choose any place, in the whole world… India. I think I’d really like to visit there, maybe even live there. It seems to be a beautiful, colourful place with so much to learn. I’d really, really like to see for myself!”
character’s play-by: Esti Ginzburg

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