Fafr's Epic Random Book

Indigo is a Creative Color Part One

BEFORE I BEGIN: I wrote this for a writing contest in my state. The word limit was 4,000 words, therefore I had to shorten the original plot line I had planned out. It is quite rushed, because I wrote this during language art time in about a month at school because I hadn't rebought Microsoft Word for my computer. This will be in about three updates of three chapters each, four chapters for the finale. I let both of my swim coaches read it and they loved it, along with a few of my swimming friends. THIS STORY IS ABOUT SWIMMING. Feel free to leave a comment if you have no idea what some of the swimming slang is, I will answer.

(Also, I am extremely tired because in practice we did a T30, which is where we swim freestyle for 30 minutes. I cannot lift my arms.)

Chapter 1

"Indigo! Are you paying attention?"

The sharp, indignant cackle of my teacher brings me to my senses. I glance up from my desk, where I had been attempting to carve a little flower. She hobbles over to me on those stubby little legs of hers, if they are legs. Maybe they should be considered stumps.

"Why aren't you paying attention?"

I fold my arms and stare into her pudgy, wrinkly face. I notice the silvery bun on top of her head and wonder how old she is.

"Why do you need to know?" I retort.

I shouldn't have said anything. She scowls, and I know she's going to send me to the office.

"To the office, Indigo."

I called it.

I obediently get out of my seat, but not before shooting her a dirty look. I could close my eyes and go to the office that way. Why not? I've been there so many times.

Sitting down on one of the chairs preceding the principal's office, I notice Mr. Writs is conversing with a tall, stocky kid. I think his name is Felix.

The door opens. Felix sends me a sympathetic glance before heading off to his class.

"Come in."

I take a seat in front of the desk. It's still warm from Felix. For some reason, I think about him and his group of friends and how their hair is always one crazy, eccentric color or another.

"Indigo. Do you know why you are here?"

"Yes."

Mr. Writs sighs. "Were you ignoring Mrs. Grunch again?"

"Yes. And I...kind of mouthed off to her."

He leans back and studies me through his thick glasses. "Indigo...why don't you want to pay attention? I know you have it in you."

"I...I don't know."

The truth is, I honestly don't know. I have never been able to pay attention, ever. It's not that I don't try; it's just that I can't. I can't focus on one thing for more than five minutes because then my mind starts to wander. This conversation with Mr. Writs is killing me.

"Why not?"

"I don't know."

Mr. Writs moves closer. "Indigo...will you try to be better this month?"

"Yes, I will."

Mr. Writs smiles and claps me on the shoulder. "Great. That's what I want to hear."

But as I stand up to leave the office, I know I won't be able to.

Chapter 2