Read the rules. :)<br/><br/><br/>Amy Penrose, 19.<br/><br/>An avid painter, Amy had driven out to the remotest village she could find. In the pouring rain. It had to happen to her: things like that always did. She'd had this trip planned for weeks. She'd stay in the village, find a little hotel or inn, and during the day,she'd paint.<br/><br/>Looking up at the sky, it didn't seem like it'd clear up. But she'd come anyway, and now shewas glad of it. Already, the inn was appealing to her, an affectionate caricature of country life, the attractive bartender, the drunk... It was like an episode of Emmerdale. But this was real, and it was nice.<br/><br/>The cold of her wet hair got to her and she shivered.<em>Brandy, I think.</em><br/><br/>People used to think she was stuck up, drinking brandy and wine, enjoying art and appreciating good literature. She was anything but. If anything, the bullying she'd endured through high school grounded her somewhat.<br/><br/>It had all been about her highly developed body and and ex best friend. She'd confided in her about her bisexuality. The next day, it was all over the school.