Bringing Color to You (ONGOING)

Chapter Two AXE

"Hey, I saw you staring at me. I am flattered. My name is Max Smith, but you can call me Axe. I'm a poet, and colors inspire me in my poetry. And who might you be?"

"My name is Lily Jones, and I am a painter. I paint as I see the world devoid of color"

I couldn't believe it. How could she not see color?! Wasn't life utterly boring to her? I looked at Lily like really looked at her. I saw wavy auburn red hair, cute freckles, and emerald green eyes. To me, she was a vibrant poem unique to her and only her. I raised one of my eyebrows, "So can you like see color at all?"

"Simply put no, no, I cannot see color at all. I don't see green, blue, yellow, orange, purple, and the list of colors I cannot see goes on and on. No, I cannot see any color."

I gasped at that horrendous fact that came from the girl who I didn't even know yesterday.

"WHAT?!"

She looked at me with a puzzled expression, not getting that I was obviously very confused. Did I really hear what I had just heard, and could this girl really not see any colors at all? She twirled her finger in front of me and opened her mouth to speak.

"Um... yeah. I really can't see color. I don't find colors useful cause I honestly cannot see them. I wouldn't ever be able to match shirts on my own and don't get me started on the fact I only know what colors supposedly look like from my mom telling me. Like how would I know what a color truly looks like if I can't see it? That's why I paint as I know it- in black and white."

I wanted to slap the girl silly, but I refrained from doing so. I seemed drawn to this girl, why I didn't know. What I did know was that this girl had to have had a horrid life not ever being able to see color. I nervously glanced behind me and all around me before placing my right hand on her shoulder.

"Let me fix that. Let me teach you how to see colors in a different way. Let me bring color to you," I told her while looking straight into her mesmerizing green eyes. She then pushed my hand off of her shoulder, glared at me, and growled. Yes, I'm not kidding for she really did growl at me.

"Look, Max, errr... Axe or whatever your name is, I do NOT need to be shown what colors are or even told what they are for that matter. Quite frankly, I get way too much of that. So, no, I don't need you to bring color to me. I already know what colors are even if I can't see them. I just choose to paint as I know it in black and in white."

She stormed off as the 1st bell rang. I lost sight of her red hair surprisingly in the crowd. This stinks. Now I won't see her until tomorrow unless we have a class together or something. I thought as I took my red backpack off my shoulder and propped myself against a tree by the sidewalk. I fumbled through my backpack searching for my class schedule. Screw my parents who said I would make new friends as soon as we moved. Yeah, yeah it is only day one as one of Hamilton High's newest student, but the only person I had met so far was Lily Jones who last I checked stormed off when I was just trying to help her.

Bbbrrriiinnnggg, bbbrrriiinnnggg!!!

Oh f*ck! I thought as I scrambled to find my schedule in my disaster of a bookbag. I finally manage to locate it at the very bottom of my backpack. It was barely legible, but nevertheless, I began to read it as soon as I had stuffed everything back into my bookbag and got up from beside the tree.

HAMILTON HIGH SEMESTER 3 CLASS SCHEDULE FOR MAX SAMUEL SMITH-
PERIOD ONE- English 2A with Mr. Ursela in room 121
PERIOD TWO- Algebra 2A with Mr. Hillton in room 47
PERIOD THREE- Creative Writing with Mrs. Sutten in room 124
LUNCH- A lunch
PERIOD FOUR- Beginners Japanese with Ms. Dolany in room 13
PERIOD FIVE- Art with Mrs. May in room 20

It looked like I would have a fantastic semester minus the Algebra 2A. I absolutely loathe mathematics, and I hate, hate, hated that it was a required class for Sophomores to take everywhere in the United States. I used to live in Pasadena, California, and the move to Fort Wayne, Indiana was a long one by plane even. I am just glad it is currently April in Indiana, and not too cold outside. I have seen snow before, and I do not care much for it.

Having only two minutes left until class started at 8:15 in the morning, I made my way to room 121 with Mr. Ursela. He had long, lanky black hair and a scraggly beard. His attire was as scraggly as his beard. I was the last one who made it to class, but I barely made it in two steps before the final bell rang.

Mr. Ursela had us take notes on what protagonists are and are not. He droned on and on about the subject that I almost fell asleep in class. Ugh, would this day ever end?! I thought to myself, but the day was far from over. The next class was probably going to be even more boring.

A/N: TO BE CONTINUED... when I can get back on an actual computer for I am on my tablet right now. I am still working on this part of the story. I will come back to it as soon as I can. Gotta do housework ugh! Gotta be done though. So until I can get on my laptop I will add little by little to this story.