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Red Walls

Prologue

This place was remarkable. I don't know how or why anybody could keep this from someone. The way the trees roots created cracks in the old cement, or the way the vines and other earthly things, over time, consumed the, once vibrant buildings, looked almost like a fantasy. It looked surreal. The new day sun was rising from the horizon, casting a dim shadow on the streets, giving it more contrast. If felt as if no one had ever stepped foot here, as if this was too sacred of land, for anyone to be trespassing. So what do I do? I gradually step, laying my foot gently on the surface, as if it would shatter into a million pieces if I dared to step too hard. The air felt fresh here, it was easy to breathe. The slight breeze blew strands of my wavy brown hair, out of my face. I closed my eyes, soaking in the air. It was as if this was a dream. I don't believe I have ever felt this free or open, in my life.

I opened my eyes, letting them adjust back to the light. I look ahead of me, seeing, what appears to be a, fairly, big deer in the middle of the street, surrounded by a few discarded cars. The deer turned its head toward me, its antlers glowing from the sun. I slowly took another step, trying to get a better look at the deer. The deer didn't seem scared of me, it seemed to want me closer, as if it wanted a better look at me also. The distance between the deer and I gradually shrunk as I started to kick my pace up a bit. The deer had yet to move an inch. I slowly reached my hand out, leaning in closer. The deer seemed to look me in the eyes as my hand came closer. Closer, and closer and clo-

"Genevieve!"

I suddenly push my body back, hitting the back of the blue plastic seat. My hands were gripping the sides of the wooded desk, my knuckles white. I could hear the other students laughing at my reaction, my face turned red from embarrassment. "Yes?"

"What is the correct answer?" My teacher, Mrs. Dennis, asked, standing in front of the classroom. "Uhm, 23?" The class began to laugh harder.

"Genevieve Elise Thompson! I am sick and tired of you falling asleep in my classroom! You are already at the bottom of the class, and if you keep it up, you will be forced to repeat the 11th grade. If I were you, I would start to take school more seriously."

I did nothing but sink lower in my seat.

Mrs. Dennis finally let it go, and went on to torcher a different student about the importance of not chewing gum in her class. I let out a much needed sigh. I tried my hardest to pay attention to the teachers' dull words as she wrote notes on the chalkboard, which, we were supposed to be copying in our notebooks, but instead I let my mind drift away once more. What was so important about school anyways? It's not like we learned anything important. They kept the most important stuff, from us 'kids'. Like, why was there a wall surrounding the entire town? Why were we never allowed to pass that wall? What was so bad that they decided to block out our entire past?

The only information I was ever given about the wall was from my parents. They had told me that the wall was built just four years before I was born. They had also said that they wanted to create a new living environment, because the last one had failed, but when I asked why, they would just look off somewhere else, or change the subject entirely. They had officers guarding the walls ever hour of everyday, making me feel like I was in some sort of prison. Not that this town wasn't nice, but I never felt quite 'at home' here. Even though this has been the only place I've ever known.

I felt a small force on the back of my head. I blinked a couple of times, ignoring it. A few moments later I felt the same force. I looked back, a paper ball immediately hitting my face. A few kids laughed quietly, trying not to catch the attention of Mrs. Dennis, who was still facing the chalkboard. I stared intensively at the group as they went on giggling. "What are you looking at?" One of the girls asked with an attitude.

"About five to ten years if you keep fucking with me" I immediately reply.

The group just giggled more. One of them throws another paper ball at me, hitting my face once more. "You won't do shit Gen, you're too much of a pussy eater." I blankly stared at the four of them, stabbing them with my mind.

"God stop staring at us freak."

I smiled politely at them before turning to face the board. "Ew it smiled at me." One of them, clearly the leader of the group, says, making the rest of them giggle. I cleared my throat, trying to hold back angry tears. "God you're so pathetic Gen, no wonder your family is embarrassed of you."

I tried my hardest to ignore them.

"You're flunking out of everything, you have no friends, and you're a complete freak. It's just a matter of time before they decide to throw you out onto the street to make more room for your older brother, the star child. Face it Gen, they love your brother way more than they love you."

But this time, I had enough. I broke.

I quietly stood out of my seat. The teacher turned toward my direction. "Genevieve, what are you doing?" I ignored the old hag as I walked over to the group. I stood above them as they stared at me. "What now freak?"

I said nothing, I just gave them a smile. I suddenly took a hold of one of the girls' hair, pulling her down to the ground. I sat on top of her, letting all of my anger out, on her face. The other girls just sat there, eyes wide with shock. I kept punching and punching, my fist feeling sore. It was as if I had blacked out and had no control of my actions. I was pulled back by the teacher, which also pulled me out of my trance. I got a good look at the girls' bloodied, broken, tear stained face before being thrown out of the room.

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I sat quietly in the wooded chair with golden brown seat padding, mindlessly picking at my food. I refused to look up, because I knew that I would be greeted with furious, confused, or just disappointed faces. I could feel all pairs of eyes on me, making me glance up from my plate.

"Really Gen? Three week suspension?" My mother asked with a confused expression.

"What has gotten into you lately? Sleeping in class, failing papers, and now almost killing someone!" My father questioned, more angrily. "You used to make astonishing grades! You used to be this sweetest child! What happened?!"

I just rolled my eyes.

"Don't you dare get an attitude with me Missy!" He yelled, his face turning slightly red from anger toward his only daughter.

My brother and his fiance stared awkwardly at us, probably feeling very uncomfortable.

"You know that girl is laying in a hospital bed as of now?" My mother added in. "What on earth were you thinking?"

What side of her face to punch first? I think in my mind, but don't repeat those words out loud, instead I chose to not speak, but to continue looking down at my food, mixing my peas with my mashed potatoes.

"Your mother and I did not raise you too act out like this. We raised you to be a lady, not a wild animal."

"Where did we go wrong Gen?"

I clenched my jaw at this.

"We are getting sick of your shit! Your brother never did anything like this! You need to start caring about your future! If you keep this up, they'll drop you from the school. You'll be one of those people that live with your parents for the rest of your life! Or worse, out on the streets! No job, nothing!" My father spoke.

"Ashton still lives here." I bluntly reply.

"Well Ashton and his fiance are only here temporarily, until there house is finished being built."

Both my brother and his fiance, Ashley, sat quietly in their seats, pretending not to hear this conversation.

I took a ragged breath, my chest feeling heavy.

My mother sighed. "If you keep on behaving this way, we're going to have to call Dr. Yamamura, see if he has any openings."

"Therapy?!" I reply to my mother's words.

"It might help you figure out why you are acting up honey."

I stood up from my seat, knocking the chair to the floor, and throwing my plate to the side, making it hit the wall. "I don't need fucking therapy!"

My family stared at me in shock.

"You're all going to have to face the fact that I am not Ashton! I'm sorry I can't be the star child that you desperately want, but I am sick and tired of being compared to my brother! No matter what I do, you will always find something negative about it! I am not perfect, and I'm sorry that my own family is embarrassed to be related to me, but I'm tired of being in the shadow of your first born! If you don't want me so bad, why don't you just say so?! I would have outed myself a long time ago if I had known that's what you would have wanted!"

Before I could let them reply, I ran out of the dining room, and upstairs to my bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind me.

Tears were now freely falling down my face.

I could hear my family calling my name from down stairs. I walked over toward my bed, my head filling empty, yet heavy at the same time. Climbing in, and pulling the covers over my tear soaked face, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I ignored the constant knocking of my mother and father, as I took deep breaths, my heart beat began slowing its pace a bit.

I have personally grown tired of the same shit every night. This town was dull, and after 16 years of looking at the same thing, it becomes something you are not-so-excited about. I wanted things to be different, I wanted something new. I didn't want to be the poster child for failure. I just wanted to be understood. Was that too much to ask?

My eye lids became heavier as I tried to fight sleep, like a small child. My parents pleads to open the door subsided into murmurs behind the door.

It would be different soon. I would show them that I'm more than nothing.

This much I knew

Name: Genevieve (Gen) Elise Thompson

Age: 16

Birthday: October 15

Appearance: long wavy brown hair, side swept bangs, blue eyes, average height and weight, skinny/curvy figure, light skin, clear face, and straight teeth

Personality: She is a very adventuress and curious person. She loves discovering things, and she is known to have a sense of humor. She doesn't like to listen to her parents at times, and loves to sneak out of the house at night. She is kind and very loyal, never wanting to betray anyone. She is strong (both physically and emotionally) and can usually deal with most situations, even if she breaks down, she can usually overcome it. She is a big dreamer and appreciates all the beautiful things in life.

Outfit for warm: Flowy grey tank top with a pocket on the left side of her chest, skinny jeans, brown combat boots, and an antique bronze key necklace

Outfit for cold: the same as Outfit for warm, but with a forest green army jacket on as well

Likes: music, adventures, life, dogs, cats, animals in general, playing piano, running, and being around cool people

Dislikes: Authorities, being in small spaces, rats, not knowing something, being grounded, assholes

Talents: running, medical, playing piano, weapons, and being sneaky

Friends: Canons and oc's

Foes: whoever rubs her the wrong way

Crush (if any): unknown

Family: mother-Emily, Father-Peter,Older brother- Ashton (21), future sister-in-law- Ashley(21)

Background: Grew up in a small town called Nessmond (named after the founder/governor of the town (Richard Nessmond). She lives with her family in a nice three bedroom, two story home in the middle of town. The town has a tall concrete wall surrounding this entire town. She has lived in this closed off town for her entire life, and has never once left. She has always been confused as to why no one was allowed to leave. The only thing that came in and out of the tall stone wall was a supply truck that brought the town everything it needed. She has always been a very curious and hyper girl, always wanting to run around and climb the trees. She has always had a hard time focusing in school or making friends because she is usually in her own world, and has no interest in talking to the other kids in her town. Her teachers have never liked her and have only passed her so they wouldn't have her next year. Her mother works as a nurse and the small hospital they have and her father works as an officer in the town. Gen doesn't really know what he does, because they are pretty secretive about it. All she knows is that he sometimes watches at the tall wall, and always has a gun on him. Her older brother still lives with them, and recently his girlfriend (now fiancé) has moved in to. They are waiting until their home is finished being built before they move out. Her brother works as an officer also. She is very misunderstood by the citizens of the town, and none of them think she will amount to much.

Random Facts:

1. Genevieve is very musically artistic and can play piano extremely well

2. She is also a pretty good singer

3. Genevieve is 100% Vegan

4. She once broke her shoulder blade when she fell out of a tree at the age of 10

5. Although she makes low grades in school, she is a smart girl, and if she would try, she would make really good grades

6. She cannot, for anything, draw. She can barely do stick figures

7. She is deathly allergic to Sulfonamide (Sulfa) which is the basis of several groups of drugs.

8. Genevieve was named after her grandmother who she has never met. (apparently she had died before she was born)

9. She is a very outgoing person, but usually keeps to herself due to not having anything in common with most

10. While in a fight with her parents one time, she ran away and stayed in a huge tree that hid her, for two days straight. She didn't eat or drink anything, she just sat there. Her family couldn't find her and sent out a search party to search for her throughout the town. When those two days were over with, she felt bored and decided to go home. She was grounded for a month.

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Here you go! :)

Name:

Age (canons will be 16-17 but you can be the age you want):

Birthday:

Appearance:

Personality:

Outfit for warm:

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Likes:

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Friends:

Foes:

Crush (if any):

Family:

Background (Note: All oc's will have been born into this, but all oc's will have lived it differently):

What is your living situation? :

Weapons of choice (Be realistic please):

Your characters opinion on my oc:

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