—Age 11.
Life turn into a magenta
Magenta for me, meant happiness was blooming.
Just like spring flowers in my backyard.
I painted those flowers. They're my happy drawings.
...
I made a new friend. He was sitting in my spot under my favorite tree.
He knew my name, 'Dylan'.
I asked for his name. He smiled and told me to guess.
"Julian?"
He paused and seemed to ponder if he liked that name. "Nope."
"Dominick?"
He smiled and nodded.
He was tan and had nice clear blue eyes like bath water. He had wavy dirty blonde hair.
I guess he's perfect.
...
—Age 12.
Life is blue-black again. But its more black.
I feel so numb.
I lay in bed a lot.
Mom and Papa are worried. And so is Dominick.
