I'm starting with my favorite Oc, Triste Peur (pronounced Treest Pure). She is a fifteen year old girl whose best friend (Cassy) died of terminal illness. Her boyfriend (Tom) and older sister (Clara pronounced klaur ah) try to help her.

I woke up to Clara sitting at the foot of the bed with her laptop. She sometimes watches me sleep just Incase I wake up.
Yet somehow she's always well rested. Her fiancé, Mark, was already downstairs making breakfast.
I can smell it from here. Sweet and with a tinge of cinnamon.
Even if I'm not to fond of Mark his cooking is oddly delicious.
Cassy appeared next to me. Her dress gracefully swaying with her movements.
"Mmm. I miss my brothers cooking." She said.
Clara noticed I was awake and gave me a set of clothes for the day.
"Good morning baby. I'll be downstairs. I think Tom is already here." She said.
I nodded.
"Thanks sis."
She left and closed the door so I could get dressed.
"Cassy, why don't you sit with us. I mean, I know your brother can't see you but..."
She stopped me.
"Tri, Mark isn't why I come to see you." She said.
"Ok..."
I went into the bathroom and changed. She gave me a black hoodie, white tank top, baggy jeans, and my dirty white tennis shoes.
I felt comfortable with it. Except for the fact that if I take the hoodie off Tom will see my arms and he will not be particularly happy.
I went downstairs with Cassy fallowing close by.
I was surprised by Tom picking me up and spinning around in a circle then pulling me into a hug.
I laughed and let him kiss my cheek.
"Hi Triste! I missed you!" He said.
I giggled.
"You has me all of yesterday silly." I said.
"I know... I still missed you." He pouted.
Mark walked in.
"Good morning Triste and child that does not live here." Mark said.
"Hey Mark!" Tom said excitedly.
I looked to Cassy. She was smiling as she saw her brother.
When she was alive, Cassy and Mark has a weird relationship I'll never understand. They fought all the time and yet, they still seemed like they were inseparable.
Cassy died a year ago and Mark still isn't over it.
After breakfast Tom, Cassy, and I went to the movie theater. There was nothing to see. We decided instead to go to the malt shop. The only one left I think.
I mean it's 2020 and this is still here from the fifties.
It was a nice little shop though.
The entire town felt like it was back in time though. Maudit is a small, suburban town with about forty, maybe fifty residents.
Most people know everyone and nothing bad usually happens.
We have school with maybe twenty kids in total and classes were pretty small. I'm in grade ten and there's about seven kids in all five of my classes.
Tom is one grade ahead of me but still takes one of the same electives with me.
Art.
The malt shop was still sixties themed. Only one person worked there and owned the shop. His name is Aries. I know. Weird huh?
He said his parents were really into astrology and that was his sign.
Of course, the school bully, Kimmy was there. Her name is actually Candace Willowear but she makes everyone call her Kimmy.
She saw me. When I sat down while Tom was ordering she came over to me with her friend. She had a cup of water.
I don't like where this is going.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the emo." She said mockingly.
  I decided to stay silent. I'm just going to let her do her thing.
  "Wow. You look especially ugly today. Maybe we should wash that horrible look off your face."
  She poured the cup of water onto my head. I didn't know what to do other than be surprised. I'd had enough.
  Cassy looked pissed and just hugged me as Kimmy laughed with her friend and went back to her table.
  "Don't attempt it." Cassy said.
  "Why? She clearly wants me gone and I have no real reason to keep trying... just let me do it."
  I went to dry off but Tom and Michale saw me. Tom didn't even have to ask what happened he just went over to Kimmy and started yelling at her.
  Michale gave me the bathroom key after making me give him any and all sharp objects I had.
  I dried off and went back to my friends.
  "I'm gonna get her. She has the audacity to hurt you I swear to hell that she won't get away with it." Tom said.

Part two? Maybe.