Bringing Color to You (ONGOING)

Chapter Four LILY

The crumbled up paper read-

I'm sorry I didn't know, and if it's any condolence I just wanted to maybe share my poetry with you. I also maybe wanted to get to know you more to take you on an adventure to the places I got inspiration for my poetry from color.

I rolled my eyes at him. Sure he was cute, but I barely knew him. And he was annoyingly trying to brighten my life with color. What he didn't seem to realize was that my life was already bright and that I'm not some charity case. I then nodded my head yes. I was regretting this already. This guy was so the opposite of me. He was good looking and a poet, and I was neither. Not only that but he was just plain rude. And, I was just a simple painter who painted in black and in white.

He glared at me with his eyes wide and mouth gaping open.

"Really? I guess I didn't expect that is all," he blurted out.

"Oh really? You don't know me, and just FYI I am still mad at you. Just because I agreed to share my work with you doesn't mean I will go on an adventure with some guy I barely even know."

"Shhh."

I glanced up to see Mr. Hillton hovering over me with his finger pressed to his mouth. I smacked my hand to my face, facepalming myself. I chastised myself for speaking so loudly, but I was also quite angry at Axe for blurting out when he did. I glared at Axe giving him the evil eye thus proving my point. Axe glared back at me before turning back around, huffing at me.

The teacher walked over to the whiteboard. He took a light gray marker and wrote the math lesson of the day. But it was challenging to even read, considering, light gray can be hard to see on a whiteboard. Technically, it's part of my condition known as achromatopsia. It makes it hard to see things in bright light as well. I'm also light sensitive, and normally I wear sunglasses everywhere I go. Not today though for I completely forgot them, because of my little rift with my little brother this morning.

My condition like I said before is rare, and if you want to get technical one person out of thirty thousand is born with achromatopsia. It is also extremely rare for females like myself to be born with Rod Monochromatism as my condition is also sometimes called. I also sadly cannot drive at all even though I am sixteen years old. It's too dangerous for how could I tell when a light was red or green? I just take the bus, and I guess this must be Axe's 1st day of school here for he didn't ride the bus last week.

Today is Monday which means there will be a test on Friday and a quiz on Wednesday. The bald headed teacher then had us do a few problems from our workbook. Trouble being that I absolutely stink at mathematics, let alone Algebra,  I gave the area around me a quick glance.  I was searching for anyone who looked like they could explain things to me without asking the teacher for help. After all I hated asking teachers in particular for help as I felt it made me look stupid to the teacher.

I saw a dark gray-haired teenage boy in the back with a  light gray and black striped jacket and gray jeans. The kid drooled, had his eyes shut, and was snoring quite loudly.  Definitely a nope, nope for any sort of help. He'd probably always been paying way less attention in class than I ever had. I glanced around some more.

I saw a teenage girl doing her nails.  I'm not kidding you though I kinda wish I was. I saw the girl blowing on what appeared to be freshly painted dark gray almost black nails with a bottle of the same color of nail polish beside her. Yet, another big fat nope.  I gave up and turned to Axe. I didn't want to ask Mr. Rude for help, but I didn't have much choice. 

I tapped three times on Axe's shoulder.  Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Hey, Rude. Can you please help me with the math problems on the board?"

He turned back around, and I swear I could feel the anger radiating off of him.

"Me? Me rude?! How about looking long and hard at yourself for one minute. You are the one who is constantly being rude, especially to me. So screw off!"

My mouth gaped open. I wanted to speak, but I knew deep down he was right.  I didn't say anything. I just worked on my work without any help.  Finally, towards the end of class, Axe apologized.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I have bipolar though just to let you know.  I actually stink at mathematics too. I'm way better at writing poetry. I aspire to be a poet and get my poetry published.  I don't think I'm any good though to be honest, at poetry I mean. Mathematics, I'm definitely not good at it at all. Here's a poem I just wrote. It's called Red's the Color of a Rose."

Axe took forever in giving the paper. It was as though he was reluctant at giving a piece of his heart and soul to me.

It read-

Red,
The color of fuming anger,
Red,
The color of impending danger,
Red,
The color of the hair of a stranger,
Red,
The color of a beautiful rose.

I blushed was he describing me. It felt like it,  but I'm definitely not a rose. Well, that and I still don't know what red is, so I couldn't fully appreciate the poem. To me the poem was boring.  I didn't understand his poem at all. I wanted to show him what I called beauty. But I guess it'd have to wait for it. The bell signaling the end of class went off.

A/N: What do you think will happen next? I promise actual action besides the two arguing in class will happen soon.