C.O.LO.R.S

|Chapter 1| : Brown Hair and Blue Eyes

~*Chapter One*~

"Ah!"

I tripped over the extended foot and fell onto the floor. I dropped my books, so I could catch myself. Once I hit the floor, I looked up to see whose foot it was. Of course it was a group of popular kids walking by, laughing their heads off at the sight of me. I watched the people who tripped me, continue down the hallway laughing, before grabbing my papers and books that fell.

It's only the 2nd week of school, and things have already taken a turn for the worst.

Once I had everything collected, I grabbed my phone and earbuds off of the ground and headed on to my next class, which was math. I quickly walked into the classroom and made my way to the back of the class right before the bell rang. Mr. Blacksmith stood in front of the blackboard, chalk in hand, and started class.

"Alright class. Turn to page 164 and begin the review through page 168." He wrote the page numbers and problems that needed to be done.

The rest of the class groaned and sulked, while I whipped out my notebook and pencil and immediately got started. Math was my best core subject, and I loved it. But I hated the homework, so I did my best to get the 4 pages of review done in the 40 minutes left in class. I stuck in my earbuds in and pressed the shuffle button on the playlist titles "Mixed". There are 3 types of music that I love the most. Punk, Hip Hop, and Rap. I had a special playlist for every type, then I had one with all 3 mixed in. I nodded my head slightly and bounced my knee subconsciously as the beat flowed through my earbuds and into my head.

I didn't finish the math homework. There was at least a page and a half of problems left. The bell rang, signaling the end of math class. I gathered all of my things and stuffed them into my backpack, then made my way out the door and towards my locker.

"Bye Mr. Blacksmith." I mumbled on the way out.

When I approached my locker, my small grin had faded at the sight. A few pieces of paper with the words FREAK, LOSER, and WEIRDO written in big black letters with a sharpie, were taped to my door locker. I sighed and took the papers down. I don't know the exact reason I'm bullied. Some say it's cause I'm a nerd and have all A's, others think I'm depressed 'cause I don't talk a lot at school, and some say it's just because I'm the easiest to pick on. At least that's what people have said when I asked why, then they'd shove me to the ground and laugh. Oh well, I guess that's my answer.

After school, I walked out of the building, and was about to start on my way home, when I saw my mom's car pull into the school's parking lot. I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion, and headed towards her car. I dropped my backpack into the backseat, and sat shotgun next to my mom.

"Hey, what's going on?" I asked confusedly.

"What do you mean?" She asked as she drove out of the parking lot and onto the open road.

"I usually walk to and from school. So how come you're picking me up today?"



I have a car, a silver 2013 Toyota Corolla to be exact, but I only use it on the weekends. Last time I drove my car to school, it ended up being covered in silly string and spray paint. Luckily, it all came off after I washed it that night. I would take the bus, but last time, the popular crew paid the bus driver to leave me behind at my stop. So, I walk on school days, and take my car when I go places on the weekends or after school.

"I know. But if I tell you where I'm taking you, you'll refuse to go." My mom said calmly.

"Um...'kay." I stuck my earbuds in and turned my music up.