Colourama

Chapter 1 - 90's Reject

It was the middle of July and I was looking out the window.  It was about 7:45 in the evening, and the pinks in the sky started to show themselves.  I thought it would be a good time to go out for a run.  I got out of bed and put on my sweats.  I walked out with my phone and earbuds, and made sure to lock the door. 
I ran to the beat of the music I was listening to.  At the moment all that seemed right was some Oh Wonder, as their new album had just been released.  I was never really a happy person, but the vibrations of happiness gave me a lust for optimism.
On my run, I didn't really see many people.  I was in a neighbourhood where people don't talk much and if they do it's to talk about others.  Luckily I was new to the neighbourhood, and nobody knew me at the time.  This served as both a blessing and curse, given the fact my life was so boring nowadays.  Then I saw them- the kids.  The kids, as old as me, all scared of their futures, failures, and future failures.  They smoked marijuana while Biggie played in the background- there was one girl that stayed hidden behind the crowd of five teenagers.  It was beautiful- to see people like me.  I passed by, flashed a moon-like smile, my hazel eyes displayed as satellites.  That's when I realized, nobody really mattered except for her, at that moment.
A guy called to me, he said, "Hey who are you?"
I totally forgot that they had no idea who I was, given that the girl looked so familiar.  Maybe it was the lavender scent I smelled, or maybe that was just the feeling in my stomach.  At the same time, I have no idea why he felt the need to call me.
"Oh, um..." I stutter.  Sometimes having a fear of strangers is the worst thing ever, especially when they're the only ones you trust. 
"It's Renzelli," I say, an unnecessary resilience in my tone.
"Oh, that's a cool name dude.  How old are you," he responded, an interested red look in his eyes- that wasn't good news.
"16," I reply, so tired of my sad adolescent state.
"Oh, we're 18. On the edge of 99," he says, with a voice of domination due to his love for weed and his perception of age and maturity.  It didn't mean shit to me. "You didn't have the privilege to be born in the 90's- shit you could've been done with school already."  He must've forgot he grew up in the 2000's, but oh well.  He starts to speak again.
"Well, don't go getting yourself in trouble kid," he shouts condescendingly, which was a cue for me to leave right now.  I start to run back home, and I didn't look back.  Something about those kids didn't sit well with me.  Then I started to think about that girl.  The one with a mind like mine; the one with a soul like mine.  Oh Wonder's album ends, and then my run does too.  Maybe it wouldn't be the last time I listened to the optimism, especially in my dreams.