Rye in Magenta

Prologue - 1

I describe my life in a single word. BORING.

Pretty much sums up how my days go by. Day in, Day out. Somedays, I ask myself, what purpose does my existence serve mankind? As far as I am aware, I have almost always been a nobody.

The one under the radar. The one who gets seldom noticed. Not that I have done anything to stand out, but yeah, I feel that life has pretty much nothing that imbues excitement in me.

Hmph… let’s gets started somewhere then, enough with the rants.

Myself, Rye Whittaker; 20 years of age but nothing of much worth to show off. Most of the people my age are pursuing either their careers or their degrees, but me? Hell no.

I work as a Bartender.

Yeah, you heard me right. Couldn’t land a decent paying job. Why, you may ask? I flunked High School. My Explanation, WAS TOO BORING.

From this point on, whenever I mention a low part of my life, you know what to expect, it would most probably be because I considered it not worth spending my time on, or was too bored to even vaguely consider it important.

So, I am an Assistant bartender at Regalia’s, a high-end cocktail towards the lower end of Eastern Manhattan. Pay’s Great, so I am not the one to complain. The work in itself is pretty mundane, I just do it for sustenance. Sadly, Survival isn’t cheap in Manhattan.

Quick facts, have no parents. Don’t know what happened to them, never really knew them. The last memory I have of them is my mom leaving me at the doorstep of an old mansion. At least it seemed like a mansion to my child self. It was in fact, a foster home for children. I was picked by a nun, who carefully caressed me and folded me in a warm blanket.

“You are really cute one, aren’t you...” she told me in her serenely calm voice, just like that of an angel. “We will take good care of you, don’t you worry…” she said as she carefully swaddled me to sleep.

My early years where pretty uneventful. I took my first step, I spoke my first word, which was unsurprisingly “BORING”. I wasn’t really surprised but my nun was pretty amazed at my vocabulary. “Bored, are you now, Rye?” she asked about making a cute puppy face. “I've got , just the thing for you.”

Well, She bought me a Rubik’s cube.

Wow, so much for the hype lady. I expected her to do better than that. Regardless I solved it within a day.

Then came my first day of school. I will admit, I was actually pretty excited by the prospect of joining and going to an educational institution. I thought to myself that perhaps, it might give me a slight bit of a challenge to relieve myself of this obsolete boredom.

As my nun, wait… I forgot to mention her name, Rosemary.

Rosemary (I used to call her Rosema due to a lisp I had back when I was three, the name kind of stuck through, she doesn’t mind it, then who cares?) led me by hand to my classroom, which was toward the end of the hallway. As I neared the end of the hallway, I was pretty hyped by the oncoming prospect. New people, New experiences, New stuff to explore, I just could not wait.

Guess what, it somehow was even more boring than being at the foster home. The class was an old room, packed with a bunch of benches and chairs, filled to the brim with straight up obnoxious kids. Trust me, you did not want to meet them. The moment Rosema left me there, a 2 foot tall ruffian rustled me so hard that I pretty much wet myself to the point of whimpering.

I did forget to describe myself, didn’t I?. I am so absent minded, that at this point I may as well give up on telling this tale. Might just leave out the major bits, and come back and be like…” Considered it unimportant, and promptly skipped it..?”

I was of medium height, with a petite build, which looked weak, but actually could pack quite a punch. There were 2 significantly annoying features that made me stand out from the others.

1.      I had stormy green eyes.

2.   I had beautiful purple rooted hair.

Basically, I looked like a freak show. Not the most ideal way to start your school life. Being the center of the entire show.

Therein begins the whole arc of me getting spanked hard by a vast variety of class ruffians, all the way up to middle school, where I threw a bully off the ground veranda.

Kept them off me until High school, where I spent my life in solace, reading theories and upcoming patents and trying to gauge their relevance. The curriculum was too boring for my taste, so I skipped it completely, which ultimately ended in me flunking high school.

Honestly... Can you guys blame me for not trying?

Well maybe you can, but I assure you, I couldn’t have done any better. Trust me.

This story is one of great importance to me though.

Regardless of my past, I…………..

For Gosh Darn’s sake… she is here.