May 22, 1986
My name is Katherine DeLarosa and I am 17. Most people call me Katy though. I used to have a brother named Brandon but he had color, so the others took him, and I haven't seen him since I was 10. The thing is, we live in a world of white. Everything is white. Except my hair.
Luke's p.o.v.
BANG! Shit. I have a colorful bracelet that I found in the hospital when I was 2, and my little sister was being born. In a world of white, this is NOT okay. The others take you away, and you never live to tell the tale. "MACY RUN!" I screamed. The others were already in the door, and we didn't have much time. "LUKE HELP!" I was too late... My little sister is gone. I need to get far, far away from here. I jumped out of the window on the 3rd floor. I ran. As far away as I possibly could. I came across an old house. No cars, no lights, the door's unlocked. I guess it's safe. Fuuuuccccckkkk. There's someone here. "Who are you?" I heard.
Katy's p.o.v.
"Who are you?" I asked. "Uh." the person stalled, I'm guessing a guy. "Okay. My name's Luke. Luke Hemmings." he said. "O-okay. I'm Katherine." I said stepping into the light. "Oh shit." Luke mumbled. "Oh god I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry you had to see my color." I said, embarrassed and scared. "N-no. I-it's o-oka-ay." he stuttered.
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