Chapter 1
A rebel introvert, a go-get'r, and usually laid back. For the most part she is smart, but she wishes she had more education. Is a wimp with some and tough with others. She definitely has a lot of dreams but she is too lazy, too busy dreaming. Morally, in the eyes of the beholder she needs extreme help.
Not because she's crazy, it's because she's not. People think that those who are nice have ulterior motives. Which is sad, because if you stop to think about it - that way - people think, what does that say about themselves. Geneveve likes to think everyone is good. Being bad is a choice.
She always had to be independent, more like a loner. Maybe it’s because her sisters were a lot older than her and her brothers didn’t want to play with a girl or maybe she just liked it that way. Either way, her independence got her into more trouble than keeping herself out. She seems to think trouble follows her, her parents think she likes to look for it, and her siblings, all they knew, was that she definitely was not getting in trouble with them. Geneveve was shy, timid, but a force to be reckoned with when she knew what was right and what was wrong.
She had a hunger for knowledge, a passion for love, and a cry for help. She learned how to ride a bike, swim, read, tie her shoes, and as she got older, she even taught herself how to cook on her own. She didn’t feel entitled, but she felt that everything she wanted she got. The good and the bad, even when she didn’t want it. She juggled school, sports, friends, and family very easily jumping from one activity to the next. Like going home from a winning basketball game, showering to get ready for a family portrait, then to her friends grandmother’s birthday party.
She enjoyed school, only dreaded the mornings, but once she was on her way she was more than eager to learn. She learned something everyday. Not just from school, but about herself, as well. There were so many instances she even caught herself outside of herself doing some things she would never had imagined herself doing. She didn’t need any praise, probably because she never got it anyway.
She especially didn’t like to bring herself any attention so she wouldn’t over achieve nor would she let herself slip her grades since she knew she was too smart for her own good; her smart-ass attitude proved it. Her parents win the poll because she did look for trouble, not because she liked it, though, but because she felt she had to do it. She stood up for the fat kid, the shy kids, the dirty and/or smelly kid, the kid they thought was gay, the new kid, the less English speaking kid, and the one she went after - was the bully.
Having to save herself from being a victim at one point in her life, she didn’t want anyone else to feel the way it made her feel they picked and prodded at her. Her life wasn’t too difficult, at the same time, it wasn’t that easy either. It started when she was about nine years old, there were events that happened that changed her life and made her that much more curious in life. Her oldest, dearest, and her favorite brother joined the military. She, of course, didn’t understand why their mother and his girlfriend cried when he left.
She didn’t realize that her brother was going to be gone for a long time, also, not realizing what zone he was stepping into. Before she got the set of Encyclopedias she made her dad buy for her, somehow, she got a hold of a magazine with the letter’s TIME on the very top and the picture of a beautiful woman on the magazine cover from another country. As she read the article the best way she knew how, her interpretation of what she read was something about women having no right to say, disagree, vote, or have an opinion, for that matter. They had to walk around with covered faces, couldn’t get a job, go to school, and pretty much that was their children’s fate, as well.
With talk of the war and reading the article, she got a sense to why their mother and his girlfriend would cry. At the same time she felt a sense of pride that her brother would be a part of something noble as to defend these women and children from the men of that country. Little did she know the real reason for the war nor did she see the true nature of war, and especially didn’t understand her teacher’s rant and rave, who happened to be from that country. Something about planes throwing bombs on homes, and putting American soldiers faces in that oil.
As the class applauded, she sat there remembering what she had read and wondered if any of the other students knew about it or was there something she was missing. Either way, she didn’t like that teacher, she found him to be a pervert and she felt very uncomfortable whenever she had to stay in from recess. Luckily she had prompted friends to check on her when she did have to stay in class. School was very difficult for her. Not because she a learning disability, but because she didn't understand a lot about what she was supposed to be learning.
Religion just didn't make sense to her so she spent plenty of time in the office. She was intelligent. Her dad learned that the hard way. In one other class, the teacher assigned a book that was above the grade level, but she managed to read the first chapter and had started on the second. She was the only one to get that far, everyone else couldn't get through the first page. So the teacher assigned the class to watch the movie instead.
When she went home to ask her dad for a VCR to watch the movie, he didn't believe her. Next thing she know they have to be at a parent-teacher conference regarding the assignment. When her father found out that she hadn't been lying, he went out and bought three TVs with built-in VCRs. She often surprised the teachers. Like asking questions about the theory of evolution, she knew names of jazz musicians, she would mostly get sent to the office when teachers didn't have the right answers.
