Prolouge

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Every morning is the start of a new day.

A new day where the same old strangers pass you in the hallways.

Where the clock ticks slower at the end of every class period.

Where people don’t experience much change.

Maybe that’s how it seems.

But life isn’t just black and white, for it’s only shades of grey.

That is until someone opens your eyes and you see all the colors the way they’ve always been.

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