The White Of The Eye

Chapter 1: A Colorless world

"Tch. No.....No......NO!" I screamed as I shoved everything off my desk.

"DAMMIT WHAT'S THE USE." I said as I screamed once more.

Who am I you might be wondering? I'm Yume. A 16 year old boy who lives in Nagoya, Japan. Mind the fact that I was born in America. My parents decided that they wanted to move to Japan when I was two, so I've grown up here in Nagoya my whole life. People wouldn't know it from looking at me. I stick out like a sore thumb here. I was born very pale with blue eyes and a platinum almost white hair. Close enough to look albino. Since I look this way I've never been good at making friends. Most people here assume I'm a foreigner and approach me to ask me questions about where I'm from, only to lose interest quickly to find out that I've grown up here.

"Well no point in dwelling on it." I said aloud to myself as I collapsed on my bed.

Despite all the things doing with my appearance, these aren't the things about myself that I hate the most. I'm an artist. A good enough one to get recognized to be invited to one of the most prestigious art academies in Japan. I declined the offer though. For the reason that I've been colorblind my whole life. Tritanopia to be exact. Of course I can see certain color shades, but for the most part everything is dull to me..

"I can't accept myself as a true artist as long as I can't distinguish between colors."

This is what I told myself when I had decided to decline the offer to the art academy. Ever since then I've worked relentlessly at my art but I'm still not satisfied with it. I don't have much time to improve though. This fact becomes more and more aware to me seeing as I'm in my final year of high-school. My parent's will want to hear my future plans soon enough. My teacher at school has already been bugging me about my life plan form. I continued to focus on these thoughts as I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

BEEP BEEP-BEEP "Ugh shut up..." I moaned as I woke up to my morning alarm.

"Need....Food" I mummer-ed as I slowly crawled out of my futon and got dressed.

"Yume your french toast and sausage is waiting!" My mom yelled as I was heading downstairs.

"You don't have to yell so loud in the morning" I said irritated.

"Well if you didn't stay up so late working on your art every night and got on a normal sleep schedule then you wouldn't be the spawn of Satan every morning"

"I can't even begin to count how many times you've said the same sentence to me" I said uninterested.

"Just eat your breakfast Yume and hurry to school."

"Time for the Fun" I said sarcastically to myself as I approached the school doors.

I'm not exactly what you would be called popular at school. Aside from my natural talent in art I'm exceptional at most subjects. People at my school don't see me in a good light because of the fact that I'm from America and that my test scores are usually at the top of the class, even though I rarely studied.

"Shouldn't I be popular like a guy from an anime because of that"

I said to myself annoyed. It 's not all that bad though. I spend most classes either napping or working on sketches. Pencil sketches are a form of therapy for me since they don't require color. So naturally this is what I did until lunch approached.

When lunch came around I headed to my usual spot on the roof, as cliche as it is from any anime to ever exist.

"Yume!!!!"

I turned my attention towards the door to see Hikari walking towards me. Hikari is my only close friend. I grew up with her in my neighborhood. I see her as a sister more than anything considering how annoying she can be, but I enjoy her company aside from the fact.

"Hey Hikari. What did you bring for lunch today?"

" Eggs, sausage, and some fruit."

"That sounds like breakfast to me."

"It's because I had to skip breakfast" she said whimpering.

"You're more american than me at this point" I said laughing.

"Oh that so Yume? Then what did you bring for lunch Mr. Authentic Japanese man."

"Cupped noodles...." I said quietly.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you" she said leaning in smirking.

"Dammit you know what I said Hikari."

"You're the reason Japanese stereotypes exist Yume. I swear cupped noodles. No wonder you're so thin."

We both broke out into laughter.

"So Yume.... were you up late drawing again last night?..."

"Yeah, but I don't want to talk about it" I said appearing nonchalant.

"Yume, it's just I saw online that there is a art contest going on at the school you were invited to. Its open to anybody to scout out new talent. I'm sure if you participate you'll be recognized instantly."

"No it's a waste of time" I said as my blood started to boil.

"But Yume if you just...."

"NO I SAID HIKARI" I screamed while getting up at the same time.

"I'm pissed now, I'm leaving".

"Where are you going Yume?! Class is about to start!"

"Just tell the teacher that I got sick." I retorted as I headed towards the stairs to go out to the city.