Colors (bxb) [DISCONTINUED]

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"The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts."

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The bell rings - a yellow blast of color overtaking my vision - and everyone immediately hops out of their seats and rushes out of the classroom.

Usually, I'd be one of those people, because staying in this class for an extended period of time can drive anyone insane. But today wasn't as tortuous as most days.

Today, I met Justin Reynolds.

"Hey! The bell doesn't dismiss you! I dismiss you!!" Ms. Miller exclaims, trying and failing to get everyone back in their seats. When she realizes that nobody is listening to her, however, she just sighs and shakes her head. "Miserable delinquents . . ."

Justin and I both stand up at the same time. He might not notice it, but I do, and it sends a flurry of emotion bursting to my chest. We could both get shot at the same time and I'd probably find it romantic.

"That was a good lesson, Ms. Miller," Justin remarks, smiling that perfect smile of his. "We already covered most of it in my last school, but it was a really good refresher."

Our teacher smiles at that. I refrain myself from groaning in disgust.

"Thank you, Justin. I'm rarely appreciated in this school." She gives me a look, one of barely-hidden contempt. "It's nice to know that some young children still have manners."

And it's nice to know that some teachers aren't completely useless. I should say this, but I still don't want to ruin Justin's image of me quite yet. So I keep my mouth shut and smile as they chat about polynomials or something.

Eventually, Justin and I leave the classroom - and with the sound of everyone walking and talking, the colors chaotically mixing together, my head immediately starts to pound. I would plug in my earplugs to block everyone out, but I actually want to hear Justin's voice, and I don't want him to think of me any . . . differently.

Not yet, at least.

"So where's the class at?" he asks me, the dark color of his voice sending excited shivers down my spine. During calculus, he went in his backpack to check his schedule again, and it was confirmed that we both had the same second period.

I smile again at the thought of having another class with him. "Just follow me," I say. And with that, we both push past the crowd of teenagers to get to Spanish.

"Ms. Miller seems pretty cool," he randomly remarks.

"I hate her."

"What? Why?"

"Because she hates me."

It's not like I've ever done anything to her. I never disrupt class or anything, and I always end up finishing my classwork - no matter how much it kills me. But just because Mason always brings out the worst in me, and because I rarely do my homework, she thinks that I'm some sort of demon spawn.

I snort. You don't even know the half of it, Ms. Miller.

"But what about you?" I ask, turning the conversation around. We're almost near the class, and I want to take advantage of this alone time I have with him. "Why did you move? What school did you originally come from?"

"Uh, I used to go to Northsprings High," Justin answers, scratching the back of his head. Chuckling a little, he continues. "It's in Georgia."

"Georgia?"

"Yeah." He laughs, his black voice vibrating in my vision, easily identifiable from everyone else's colors. "We moved because my dad's in the army or whatever, and he got relocated . . . again."