hi we get our colors today
i'm ginger bread and i live in canada.. let me tell you a little about myself.
so i'm honestly just cooking some hot dogs right now. if anyone wants one just let me know because i have a few more in the frige.
i'm 12 years old and i like fire trucks and cars. i like playing toys and games. i was held back in the 4th grade and i take the metro to school every day.
i go to morning wood middle school for prospering boys and girls.
today wasn't any other day, though.. it's october 10th.
everybody knows that on october 10th you get your soulmate color.
not to vent or anything, but i'm a closeted fag. even worse? i yearn for the loving touch of a man! but not just any man...
crash..
this cheeky brunette.. he's a grade above me and a total dreamboat. the girls adore him, the boys envy him... i guess this is why i always hang out with other girls. not because i'm a pimp, but because i resonate with the weird pastel character from the boyfriends comic.
anyway, i walk through the halls of my school reading my favorite book.
its diary of a wimpy kid. i relate to fregley a lot.
also i ship greg and rowley.
anyway.
like usual, the jocks throw their jock straps at me.. football practice just ended. i'm not very athletic, so i can't dodge them when they get thrown at me. they landed on my head pathetically. i'm used to it.
"yo, you good?" a hand lifts the sweatiest jock strap off of my face, my glasses are crooked as the brunette looks at me with glassy blue eyes that i could easily mistake for jewels..
"uh-y-yeah.." i nutter, entranced.. before i know it, he's straightening my glasses. he boops my nose and chuckles.
"dattebayo..." he whispered, winking at me.
before i could say anything in response to his blatant flirting, the bell rang and he was gone.
i continued down the hall as girls and boys and secret third things whispered unkind words toward me.
"look, it's the freak of the school!"
"je eugh, bonjour mademoiselle. bean soup."
they all hated me.
finally, it's time for us to get our colors!
i step into the color lab and the colored woman takes my temperature. "you're definitely a virgo." she said. i wasn't.
she picks up a machine doohickey and sticks my frail hand into it. she presses a few buttons and then yanks it off my hand forcefully.
"your color is chartreuse." she says, shoving me out of the room. i look at my left hand and see that my nails are now a hideous shade of yellowish green.
"this is vile.." i muttered. i looked up to see the IT COUPLE of the school strolling through the halls.
everyone already knew that they'd have the same color. it was isabel and alora. they'd been dating since preschool, ever since isabel sang alora a serenade under the schools peach tree they'd been inseparable.
i sighed. knowing i'd never have true love like theirs.
"why the long head?" i turn my entire body towards the deep, captivating voice that spoke. oh... oh.
"cat got your tongue?" he says cheekily.
"hi.. crash." i say quietly. "so, you got your color?"
"yeah.." he clears his throat awkwardly. "it's turquoise. you?"
"oh..." i lift my left hand to rub the back of my neck sheepishly. "chartreuse." i say, failing to hide my disappointment.
"tch.." he scoffed. i looked up with my puppy dog eyes. why did he sound upset?
he turned away, but i caught his sleeve. our outstanding height difference made him feel miles away from my petite body.
"wait.. crash." i say, pathetically.. hopelessly.
"no.. just— no." he said, defeated. he walked away.
what.. just.. happened?
the day flew by in a blur.
it was pouring outside. unlike most of the students at morning wood middle school for prospering boys and girls, i didn't bring an umbrella.
i walked through the pouring rain, spotting a drenched figure, staring down at his hand dejectedly.
"crash? is that you?" i questioned, softly pressing my hand to his shoulder. cars were flying by, water and thunder poured down from the sky like the whirling storm in my heart. "crash, talk to me!" i shouted.
"stop. cinnamon roll, it would never work. you know that." he said, pushing me away.
"but what about this morning? did that moment mean nothing to you?!" i shouted, disbelief swirled in my brown eyes. water filled my vision as my glasses became drenched. i yanked them off in a fit of rage.
"oil and water, ginger. that's all we are. we don't mix. we can't go against our soulmate colors. it's never been done before." he said quietly. i could barely hear him over the cars flying by and the raging winds of the brewing storm.
"you don't mean that.." i muttered. he couldn't mean that.. "ILL KILL MYSELF CRASH."
"shut up, no you won't!" he said, throwing his arms in the air.
"yuh huh!" i said, looking out into the street. i puffed out my cheeks, pouting my lips. "you'll see.."
it all happened so fast.. the widening of crashes eyes.. the clink of gingers glasses hitting the pavement.. and the sound of a semi colliding with gingers bony body.
his arm reached out far too late. he stared at gingers mangled, limp body on the ground. hatred and disdain swirled in his jeweled irises. he hated this cruel world and their cruel principals. he put the revolver in his mouth... the one he was going to use to shoot gingers bully in math class the next day with.
the revolver he was going to shoot his soulmate with.
the gun went off....
