Another day. Another smile to set on my face, another hour of staring in the mirror wondering what color my eyes are. The sun rose again, and again I slipped out of bed and washed my face, the water dripping down my bare, gray chest. Maybe they were green. Maybe brown. I blinked. What did brown look like? I couldn't imagine it. I slipped on a t shirt and a pair of pants and headed downstairs.
"Mornin' ma."
"Morning, Willie. I have to run to work, m'kay, so just head on down to school and I'll be here after you come home."
"Kay, ma. Have a good day!" I smiled at my mom, almost out of pity. She worked so hard every day just to support us. I grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and hefted my black backpack up. Or.. I thought it was black. In any case, I swung open the door, and with a light sigh, was on my way.
The second day of school since summer ended, and it already felt like a lifetime had passed. Thank god I was a senior in high school, and leaving next year. I blew a grayish white curl out of my face, then pulled it back and stared at it with wonder. What do I look like?
The bell rang, jarring me out of my thoughts and I ran to my locker, grabbing a book and a pair of earbuds for history.
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Black and White
FanfictionSoulmates: the interest of our generation. We live and breath for them, walk and talk about them. It's so exciting finding yours- that moment when the blacks, whites and greys burst into color and you can see them for the first time in a real ligh...
