Genesis walked down the lonely sidewalk, the wind blowing through her dark hair. She stared at the ground not paying any attention to the world around her. She had always been a dreamer, ever sense she entered the humanity she has come to hate. Her parents had died when she was only 10 years of age. They were in a drive by shooting accident. Some say "in the wrong place at the wrong time". Genesis thinks different. Her mother was a nurse at the nearby old folks home and her father, the most liked worker at the local youth facility. You know those places that take children off the street and give them the help and education they need to get a place in life.
They werent the richist of people but they made due with what they had. Like most lower class families, living on the "wealth of love". Although there was a deep and aching lack. Genesis hated her parent's jobs. Her mother worked day shift but offered to take night shift often, in addition to her normal schedule. Her father was at the youth facility more then his own home. People say the father is the home builder, psh. They both never had time for Genesis. This, in turn, caused Genesis to turn secluded and it also caused her to mature faster then most children her age.
She was 14 and in highschool now. She did well in school, almost a strait A student but her social skills werent the greatest, infact they were non-existant. She kept to herself only talking when she was called on in class. The world of parties and plastic surgery was cruel and frowned upon her. She was mocked. Compared to their perfect world of barbie dolls and glam she was different. Dark and creepy were the two taunts that stood out the most. Sure some kids tried making friends with her but she knew it was just another joke, another trap, so their attempts didnt last long. Her love life was dead, her heart covered in cob webs and dust. Sure she had crushs but never a boyfriend. A girl like her with a boy like them was un heard of. They call them crushs for a reason.
Genesis's favorite place in the whole world was a large rock on a hill not far from her house. At night she could look down on the many different neon lights and sky scrapers of her city but she could also look up, above the smoggy haze of the city were beautiful stars. When it rained Genesis liked doing something, a little crazy, she liked to dance on her rock. She figured no one could see her so why waist the time to let go? The rain was her friend, embracing her in a wet a hug. A hug...Genesis never got one of those, maybe a kiss on her forehead before her parents went to work when she was younger but never a hug. Never any real display of affection. Making Genesis wonder...could she ever be loved? Genesis thought not.