The color of your eyes.

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There was once a girl, she wasn't pretty much anything, she was just like any other human being. With a neutral social life, nothing special, she was partially sad or happy, she was what you can an OK person. Well, one day of her normally common life, she was in class, a normal class, with subjects mostly boring, her friend saw a dead bird on the window.

"Make a wish" Her friend said. This girl (like any other teenager) she didn't know what to do with her life. She mostly liked art, so she made a wish and it was to become the best artist of the world.With this wish made she continued with her day. She walked into her mathematics class and she realized that she had something blue on her finger. Taking it as a joke, she showed her friend. Her friend informed her that her lips were turning red, bright red. Suddenly she couldn't talk because paint was coming out of her mouth. Her teacher told her to go wash her face, she ran to the bathroom. She tried to wash the paint off, but it wouldn't work. She looked at herself in the mirror and she noticed that her eyes were changing colors, when she saw them they were red, then they turned blue, dark blue, and then they turned yellow. She still was not able to talk, more paint was coming out her mouth until it completely sealed it. Her hair was turning white, almost invisible. Now, you weren't able to see what was her cloth and what was her skin. A deseperation moment, she was not able to breathe anymore. Although she was dying, she felt free. She was now what she wanted to be. She had no more worries, no more worries about carrying with herself and others. Her feet were changing color as well, suddenly, there was no color left, which you could call dying, but it was actually just the begining. There is no such a thing as being the best, it is all only an illusion that society creates to make you at least try. Since she wanted to be the best, the bird gave her what she wanted, because to be the best you have to not be anymore. And now, she is just another star in the night.

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