It's been there as long as I can remember. In fact, it's been there my whole life. It takes up a huge chunk of the city outskirts. Technically, it's private property, but it's never used as it. No one knows who owns it. Well, almost no one. She knows, but no one will ever get it out of her. Mrs. Asper. She has to be the most stubborn lady alive! She is so unbelievably sweet, but if you ask her to tell you a secret, you may as well be asking a stone statue. And don't ask her the secret of the wall maze. She will avoid the topic completely. One thing we do know is she does not own it.
Oh. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Violet Matthews. No, my favorite color is not purple. My favorite color is actually sea-foam green. I'm 16 years old, and I live in Clearview. My mother's name is Mary, and my father's name is David.
Now, anyone who knows my family, knows its sob story, so I might as well tell you, too. My aunt Clarissa was my Mom's identical twin. She died after giving birth to my cousin Greyson. Greyson and I were born on the same day. My cousin died before my aunt did, that day. He didn't get out fast enough. He came out... But... It was too late... And we think the news might have killed my Aunt. No one knows who Greyson's dad was. My aunt wasn't married and didn't have a boyfriend. She swore she wasn't raped or anything, but was in love with the man... Yet, she never told anyone, not even my mom, who this mysterious man was. Every year, on Greyson and I's birthday, we go to Aunt Clarissa and Greyson's graves. We place purple flowers on Aunt Clarissa's grave and blue flowers on Greyson's grave. Purple was her favorite color. She helped pick out my name.
Now, enough of my family sob story. Let me further explain what the wall maze is. Imagine a corn maze... Now, replace the corn with walls. It's a labyrinth of sorts.
One day, about three generations ago, a man annonymously paid the city construction workers to put up a brick wall around his property. Seeing the giant amount of cash, the workers got to work. The wall took two years to build. When the workers needed more money for the bricks, they left a note at the man's door. No one went inside the house. No one bothered the man. The workers didn't care who it was that lived there; they just wanted the money. The next day, there would be another huge pile of cash on the man's front porch for the workers. Where the man got all this cash, no one knew. The wall was put up and everyone stared in wonder. It stood ten foot high and was solid red brick.
About two years of the wall being finished, the giant, brown, wooden double doors, that barricaded the outside world from the mysteries inside the walls, were opened and people came out to find a message painted on the wall left of the now-open door way.
In black paint was written, "Dreamers, artists, story-tellers, and everyone in between... Welcome home." And above door way, the word "home" was written in the same black paint with the same handwriting that was a mix of cursive and print.
Mrs. Asper's Great-grandmother was friends with whoever originally lived in that house. The Asper family has always known who lives there. They work for the city and it is their job to know everyone. They have always done honest work and volunteer all the time. Maxwell Asper, Mrs. Asper's son, is one of my best friends. He's asked her about the wall maze, but she won't tell him. He's an Asper, and even he doesn't know.
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The Wall Maze
Teen Fiction"Hey! You!" I dropped my spray paint can, grabbed my backpack, and ran. I ran as fast as I could. They'd never been this far in the walls yet... Ok guys. Tell me if this beginning intrigued you or not. I'm taking a break from "C'mon". I'm sorry. I'm...