Orange (Turquoise)

Chapter 1: Orange

I always swore that if I could see auras that hers would be orange; she was always so bright and bubbly but quiet as well. We had been in the same class since sixth grade when she moved here and it seemed as though everyone had been drawn to her immediately. Orange just also happened to be her least favorite color; her favorite color was actually a dark red, but she never told that to anyone, and she mostly tried to keep to herself. I kept to myself too and ironically enough I guess that's how we got to become friends. We would sit reading next to each other in a quiet corner that I showed her when we had library time in class, or we would be put together for group projects because we would always know what the other wanted to do and we wouldn't participate in other groups, we usually ended up with A's as well.

Her name was Selles. Every time I heard it I would always think of stars because if you said it fast enough it sounded like Celeste, which made me think of celestial. I guess that was typical though because I'd always been kind of fascinated with astronomy because how can there be infinite space but we think that it's completely void of life? Selles and I frequently got into existential conversations about what we thought would happen after we died, or how inevitable death is, or how pointless society and jobs and money are. It seemed like the only time she would talk in paragraphs instead of singular words was when she was around me. I guess I gave her a sense of security that she hadn't had before; at least that's what she told me one day while we were walking through the woods behind the school. She confided a lot in me, how her sister had died of a bone disease, how her parents had blamed themselves and moved because they couldn't deal with the pity-stares of their neighbors and friends. She said they called it a 'fresh start,' but in reality it was just flipping the page into another chapter so they didn't have to read the last paragraph of the previous one over and over again. She had a wonderful way with words that she didn't realize she had. She could spin words into stories like she was a spider creating a web, and I was a fly caught in the strands.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! This is my first book and i would love any feedback that you have :)