likes planning and preparing
committed to tasks at hand
explosive when happy
hard on herself
Genevieve inherits a seed and is given instructions to care for it as much as possible. She takes care of the seed, but after some time, there is no sproutling. It isn’t after months in which she finds a large green creature in her home and realizes it used to be the seed she has inherited. It busts her out of her crumbling home and takes her on an adventure in the sky.
Genevieve lives in a dinky apartment where she doesn’t get that much natural sunlight. She works hard at her day job but lives a lack-luster life and always comes home drained. Genevieve begins to yearn for something more than her boring life with no one to come home too.
Genevieve drives her scooter up to the tollbooth. It was the way home every day, even if it did cost several cents. It was better than going through the junkyard neighborhood. Genevieve fiddled through pockets. No change? That’s okay, let’s check the bag. And so Genevieve goes through every pocket of her bag. As she finds nothing, her heart starts racing and her breathing becomes heavy. She goes through her last pocket and realizes she has no change.
Genevieve drops her bag and lets out a flabbergasted cry. In her frustration, she kicks her scooter to the floor. Oops, she shouldn’t have done that. “Sorry!” She says, even though her scooter is inanimate. Quickly, she props it back up and dusts it off like an injured child.
Genevieve goes on a scavenger hunt around the area for loose change. After fifteen minutes, she only manages to find eleven cents. Amazing! Except that she needs four more to proceed. Drats! She has no choice but to go through the junkyard neighborhood, a sketchy area with terrible sewage and smelly people and rats. Or she could wait until someone else came and paid for her entrance as well. But she can’t miss her sitcom. It was a new episode tonight!
Hmm… okay, well maybe the junkyard neighborhood might be worth it, she thought. She drives her scooter away and takes that detour. She goes through the alley ways carefully. It’s shadowed and the building looms over her as if it were ready to swallow her. Genevieve shivers the entire time. She looks at her surroundings and yelps at rats squeaking by the walls. “Ugh.” Something large seems to be fumbling around the dumpster and a bead of sweat rolls down her neck. “Huzzah!” It’s just a weird old man, but Genevieve screams and gets her butt back home as fast as possible.
She arrives back home pooped. She turns the T.V. on to find herself fifteen minutes into the new episode. She grumbles as she drops her bag to the floor. A couple coins spill out. Genevieve counts it.
It was twenty cents.