Lost Cause

Projects

Individuals in seas with black and gray on their wrists wave past me, only few of us bear colors of orange, blue, purple, green, gold, pink, red, etc. We are the hopeful ones, trying to give the world at least a little hope that there is still happiness and light in this world. Though we believe in this, not all of us stay hopeful for long, most of us see the others, dark and grey, they start to think that hope won't matter any more, that it would be better if we all just gave up and became soulless like all the other dark bodies trudging by. This happened to everyone, everyone except me. Hi, I'm Melissa, the last color. I was the last color in my school, it was hard with all the whispers from the darks pulling me to become one of them. However, being a color that never had friends, I learned to manage to win battles on my own and keep my head high. I kept my color for too long to just give it up. My color is mint, I love this color, I don't know who would give up such a wonderful shade for a life of gloom. I know that it is easier said than done, but I believe that it is worth fighting for ti'll my last breath. *falls over* "hahahahaha" laughs from the dark ones enclose in on me, I look back to find a person with black hair, tall and skinny with brown eyes wearing a black shirt, grey leggings, and maroon vans. The visible black mark on her wrist. She was the one who tripped me. She walked through the crowd that parted like the Red Sea as she walked past. I got back up hurriedly and ran away from the scene calming myself down that what just happened was no big deal, as always. For the rest of my journey to science class, I kept my head down and my wrist covered so no one would pick a fight with me like they usually did. I slipped into my seat in class, and heard whispers from other darks, but I ignored their chatter and started to sing to myself. Before I could finish the last of " This is Gospel" by Panic! at the Disco, the teacher walked in with a giant stack of papers, must be a project. Some of the teachers here were colors, like the teacher I had now, he was a purple, but I always noticed the shade becoming more dull and grey. Now that we had a project, today just felt like the best day ever, teaming up with a dark who would probably claw at me every second to get to work. "Good morning class." "Good morning Mr.Parcher," I was the only one who answered. " Today we will be assigned partners for a project, you will have to create a roller coaster out of different household items, and describe the forces acting on the marble during the movement." The class groaned in response, but I still just looked up at him with a smile."Lets get into partners ," the class stood up together glumly in response. I stood up and moved to the corner of the class where no one could see me, or at least I hoped. Several names were being called out for students to be paired, some cheered, some groaned, some just trudged to their partner. As I saw all the students being filed to their partners, I hadn't realized that Another girl and I were the only ones without a partner. "Lauren and Melissa" The teacher announced. I sucked in my breath when I met her chocolate/black eyes. She was the girl who tripped me this morning, I know that things like what she did was natural, but it felt like this was more than a coincidence. I was quickly snatched away from my thoughts when the girl named Lauren, as I learned, broke out in a stressed rejection for having to work with me. "Mr. Parcher, I can't be paired with her! Is there anyone else available?" She spat out. "No Mrs. Doan, you have been assigned your partner, now start your project, or I won't hesitate to send you to Mrs. Salem's office!" Lauren Groaned and went back to her desk. I was still standing there in the corner, everyone had already found their partner, and instead of doing the project, were talking about gossip and giggling after insulting my color. I was shy, no doubt of that, so I quietly shuffled over to Lauren's desk, her back was towards me. "I'm Melissa, and I see that your name is Lauren, that is a very nice name" I said with a smile. She turned her head slightly my way and scowled. I still kept my smile and started to work on the project alone. After a bit of drawing the structure of the roller coaster, I felt satisfied with my work. "You have to cut down the pipe a little, or the marble will not have enough force to go through the loop" she spoke up. I was a little surprised at this, but managed to say "Oh, thank you for the help" shooting her a warm smile. For a second I could see a faint smile on her lips but it seemed to quickly fade. I played it off like I hadn't seen it, it was probably just my imagination. She didn't talk to me for the rest of class after that. After fixing the blue prints of the roller coaster, I waved goodbye to Lauren but she was already out the door heading to another class. I felt a little confused by all of her actions, was she nice? Was she mean? Did she dislike me like all the rest of the students? Is she giving me a chance? I was asking my self these questions as I was walking to my history class, when all of the sudden I got shoved to the ground.