I know a girl beautiful inside and out.
She lives in a world where the majority of the new generation is cruel, and I only try to help. Temptation from other drama tries to put me in its tow but I know better. The sad, fatal flaw of this town is where some people act like they're your friend, but talk bitterly behind your back to be in good terms with people who don't care or aren't worth it.
Her favorite color is green, a shade with a definition of many it may mean. Some say sickness, others envy, but nature was the depth of her interests. Green is the transition of yellow and blue but there is another hue with a theoretical significance.
The town's school represented purple and gold. I put emphasis on the color of royalty indicating that we are in a short transition before exposure. The theory is very much like blood. When you are born you are blue, throughout your school career you are the purple, when you are a legal adult you are exposed to the 'real world' aka the oxygen. The conclusion is, school is a short portion of your life before transitioning to adulthood, like how purple is part of the short transition before becoming red. This girl is in the middle of it.
Past situations tried to pull us apart, but I know I need to be her friend. She was hurt and felt deceived by one whom I led her too. A series of events occured by me and sometimes I wonder what things would be like if I hadn't. Things have currently settled down, but I'm not sure if the chain of events are over.
She is still trying to understand things in this world, and I try to help her see, but if she would only listen, then I could help her to understanding what things have come to be.
