One girl. One new town. And one hell of a well-kept secret.
That's all it took to turn Erinne's life into a living nightmare.
... or so she thought.
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Sixteen year-old Genevieve Erinne Layne has had the pleasure of living a foolproof normal life...
Whatever feelings you have for these pictures, that's what i want you to feel, if that makes sense.
They represent the character's overall personality during this chapter, and yes, this means it'll change because... well, personalities change.
Thank you for listening. Enjoy!!
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Before I start, you need to understand: I just wanted a normal life, normal friends, normal family, normal... anything! I didn't choose this life and I never would.
If you want to joke around about this, saying how it's an unreal story, trust me, I really, really wish it was.
I'm Genevieve Erinne Layne, but please, just call me Erinne. Genevieve is 9 letters long and I'm betting that you'll struggle saying it, so I'll just spare you the trouble.
At your first glance, you'd see me as an ordinary teenager: sixteen and constantly getting into trouble. If I had that life, I'd be crying with joy, but of course, I received otherwise. Now, I could start off at any point in my life, but what good would that do?
If you compared any other life story to mine, you'd probably consider the majority of my childhood normal: a dead mom, an overprotective dad, and me, a little girl who just wanted to read.
