Oddity
Your name is Charlotte Apres. You have auburn hair and gray eyes. You are of medium height and of a fine hourglass shape. You are an all american girl, 18 years old, and yet to have a boyfriend. You aren't sure how you feel about that, but you spend your time in the company of your friends, which are plentiful even though you are a bit strange.
And when you say strange, you mean you love odd literature like H. P. Lovecraft and George Orwell. Your expanse of knowledge is vast and confusingly specific. You know how to hotwire a car, dye cloth, distill alcoholic spirits, perform exorcisms and make a canoe out of a log. You are an amateur photographer, and you've turned your family's basement into a darkroom. You receive a moderate allowance from your loving parents, but you also work behind the soda counter in town. Today is May 31st, 1957. It is a warm Friday afternoon and you are lying on the couch when the door bell rings.
And when you say strange, you mean you love odd literature like H. P. Lovecraft and George Orwell. Your expanse of knowledge is vast and confusingly specific. You know how to hotwire a car, dye cloth, distill alcoholic spirits, perform exorcisms and make a canoe out of a log. You are an amateur photographer, and you've turned your family's basement into a darkroom. You receive a moderate allowance from your loving parents, but you also work behind the soda counter in town. Today is May 31st, 1957. It is a warm Friday afternoon and you are lying on the couch when the door bell rings.