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  Everything is turning gray. The walls, the floors, chairs, even food. All of the colors are fading, all except blue and red. My parents have been arguing a lot more lately. You can here them shouting and screaming at each other all the way from the neighbor's house. I've been envying school more than I did before. The world I see isn't bright anymore. There's light grays for what were bright colors and dark grays for what were dark colors. I can no longer see the brightness in people's eyes, either. The world is duller, and the more I learn about it the more the colors seem to fade.

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  Wars are getting more violent, riots are breaking out, and there's nothing I can do about it. The majority of the people at school are still blue, but there's still people becoming red one by one. I've been out in the streets once or twice in the past week, and the once beautiful city I called home was now war torn. There's burnt down buildings, broken glass, and the stores are empty. Riots are still going on, and every time I see someone they are dark red. I never see anyone blue roam the streets, if I did they would probably be lying on the cold, hard ground dead. I knew not to go out during the nighttime, because that was always the worst of the crimes being committed. The arguing my parents have been doing for the past couple of weeks has gotten a lot worse, and I have a feeling that there's still more to come.

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A/N :
I know, I know. It's still short, but it's an improvement from the previous chapter. I have such bad writers block at the moment. Hope everyone has been having a great day! Always remember, there's still more to come.
 

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