I breathed in the smells of the market, which was probably my favourite place ever! Only once every 9 I could cross that stupid wall, that prohibited me from going on much wanted adventures. It was frustrating really. I never felt comfortable with the boring people from Wall, but I almost felt at home on this oddly comforting market.

It was the third time I was here, the first time I was only four, and now, 18 years later, I was 22 (obviously, do the math). This time, I went together with my older brother Micha, but he was only here for the girls, or rather one girl, Victoria Forester, the stupid blond who had picked on me for as long as I can remember.

All the women from Wall were wearing fancy dresses and all the men looked ridiculous in their expensive suits. I never quite understood their way of dressing for this occasion, it was a market, not a ball. But because of my mother, I found myself wearing a plain red dress, the only dress she has succeeded at talking me into. She keeps insisting that it is important to wear those damned dresses, because according to her, I should be looking for a husband and you apparently can't do that wearing pants... I don't understand this world...

I am happily making my way past all the small market stands, when I see Victoria approaching me, o crap... I absolutely loath her guts. I make a sidewards dash to hide behind a very pudgy lady, but I'm already too late.

"Izzy! Izyy?" she yells. "Isédrea! Wait for me! I know you saw me!"

I cringe but turn around with a fake smile plastered on my face. "Vicky! Sorry, I didn't see you, how are you?"

"I'm fine thanks."

"Oh, well, so am I, thanks for asking" I say rolling my eyes. She looks at my dress, and evil smirk forming on her lips.

"What an interesting dress you are wearing" she says laughing. "You wanna find a husband in that?" she says, raising her eyebrows and sharing a knowing glance with a woman who passes by. I look at her dress return and force a smile on my lips

"Well at least my boobs aren't almost hanging out of my dress, my dearest Vicky, But I'm sure you get loads of attention from the guys here." Victoria narrows her eyes and looks at me in those hideous eyes of yours." I narrow my eyes and raise my hand to slap her, that was a low blow. I am well aware my eyes are not normal, with one being light blue and the other almost black, I had people cringe at them more than once. Someon grabs my arm from behind me.

"O, come on Izzy, I'm sure she didn't mean it like that, right Victoria? It was merely a jest" It was my foolish brother Micha. I give him my best deathglare, but he doesn't even notice, he is too infatuated with Victoria.

Victoria shakes her head and blinkes innocently at my brother and me. "Of course not, Michaël, why would I?" Micha smiles at her and then turns to me. I feel Victoria's glare when my brother is not watching her.

"You need to stop overreacting like that, Izzy, she was just making small talk with you." he gives me a dissaproving look.

"But..." I start, but Micha cuts me off immediately.

"If you don't stop, I'll have to tell Mum and Dad, and you know how much that upsets them. I shiver involuntarily before balling my hands into fists with anger

"O, you know what? Do as you'd like! Screw you Micha, screw the both of you!" I yell. I turn and run to the forest at the far end of the market. I hear my brother yell not to go there, that it is unsafe, but fueled by anger, I quicken my pace and dive deeper into the forest.