Dinner tonight was warmed up left overs.
He walked into his fathers office, knocked once and opened the door.
His dad was hunched over his desk, sprawling something on a sticky note.
He didn't even look up as Grey set his plate down beside him.
Grey turned and walked out of the room, no questions asked.
If he went missing he bet his dad wouldn't notice.
Grey pushed the thought out of his head, not wanting to dwell on the lonely feeling that blossomed in his chest.
Feeling exhausted, Grey retired to his room.
His room was nothing spectacular.
Much like the rest of the house it was bland.
Empty.
A bed, a desk and a dresser.
It was tidy at least, comfortable enough.
A cool breeze blew through the room, a draft coming from the crack in the window from an accident with a baseball back when Grey had lots of friends.
Sometimes he missed his friends.
They probably didn't remember him anymore.
Even as a kid he was grey.
He's always been grey.
And always will be.
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Grey And Blue
Teen Fiction-excerpt- "She was a pretty sight to see. She'd look even prettier if she smiled. But she never did. Only watched, silent, thoughtful, blue. Blue hair, blue eyes, blue girl. A beautiful, blue, strange creature." _____________________________________...
