Reasons To Wear Red Stereotypes

Fifteenth
Young Ophelia Lennox fights against a secretive order, an evil therapist, and a wild boar. This is to be her strangest birthday yet.

We do not wear red. Dark red is like the color of blood and even pink is frowned upon. They do not like it. Sluts and whores are called red women. We do not eat fish. We eat red meats and plants and beans and wheat. It's because they hate the taste. They do not trust the land beyond the fences. It is dangerous there, so we do not cross it. They do not like shopping. Clothes are delivered once a year, on birthdays. Girls wear long dresses with collars, and a white apron. Boys wear button-up shirts with trousers. Each age group has a color. Newborns to five-year-olds wear yellows. Six-year-olds to fourteen-year-olds wear blues. Fifteen-year-olds to thirty-five-year olds wear green. Members of the Order wear black. This is important. This is all important. They like to see the colors. It gives order.
I woke up from a nightmare on the morning of my
I could only see by the faint light of the candle on the nightstand. We weren't allowed lights bright enough to be seen through the window. It was too distracting. I was given a red dress to change into. The three men from the day before escorted me out of the room and into the square. It was raining. Dawn had just began to break, and in the gray light of the morning I could see the community. Alice from school looked betrayed. I had known her since we were four, when she would come play after school in my yard. My teacher, Mr. Wallace, had told me I had a knack for Shakespeare. Now he looked on with an icy fury. My mother, so proud before, now had tears streaming down her face. She refused to look at me. This would be the second child she lost to the Hunt. I was surrounded by a sea of yellow, blue, green, orange, gray, and black. My red dress told them all that I had been a failure. A