Colors (Crankiplier)

Chapter 1 :

I took off my hoodie, proudly showing off my bright blue hair. Music blew through my earphones, unwillingly sharing something about me with other people - which I hated. But I wasn't about to turn it down, not for them, not for any one of them. 

I walked down the corridor, ignoring the looks. 

Who were they to look at me? Little good for nothing norm conforming kids. 

Today was Friday and I had P.E. first period, which I hated. 

I slammed my bag into my locker and grabbed my clothes before walking to the gym.

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"Brown hair on the left and blond hair on the right." Yelled the P.E. teacher. I stayed in the middle, hands in my pockets, and chewing-gum in my mouth. "You! Pick a side!" He was still yelling. 

"I don't have brown nor blond hair, sir. Mine's blue." I said, my words laced with sarcasm. 

The teacher was fuming. 

"Well, do you have brown or yellow eyes?" I smirked. "I can't really tell, sir. Depends on the light I guess." 

The teacher was visibly shaking. 

But, thankfully, he couldn't do anything to me. 

"Stand on the left young man." I slowly started walking to the left, but not before talking once more. "Not a boy, sir. Not a girl either." But the teacher ignored me. 

Was my blue hair not enough for him to understand that I was neither a boy nor a girl? 

I looked at the brown haired around me and sighed. 

Still not a boy.

-+-

Friday passed by quickly and so did Saturday and Sunday. 

I had only fought someone once because they had tripped me- bad idea. 

Monday wasn't my worst day, but it wasn't the best. 

I arrived early in Maths class and sat next to the window, completely ignoring the teacher that hated me because of my hair. Which she wasn't supposed to do since it's written in the law that you have to respect everyone even if their hair isn't brown or blond. 

Although this rule only applies if you were born with your current hair color. Which wasn't my case, but they didn't need to know that. 

The bell rung which made me take out my second earbud and put everything in my bag. I had to be extremely cautious so that they didn't have anything against me. Everyone knew and wanted me out of their lives. 

"Not another one!" I perked up at that and stared in awe at the red-haired person at the front of the class. "Hi, Miss. I'm the new student, Mark Fischbach." 

"What's your gender, boy." How fucking dumb could you get? Asking one's gender before immediately assuming it. 

"Uhm... Sorry, but I don't have to answer that." I almost out right laughed at her face. It was priceless. 

"Sit next to Ethan, the blue-haired boy." "Still not a boy, Miss." She rolled her eyes. 

I looked back at Mark who had finally noticed me. I smirked at him and he blushed. 

He slid into the seat next to me and shyly smiled at me. 

"Hey..." He whispered and I felt my heart beat just a tiny bit faster. 

"Hey."

A/N : 

So, new story, once again. If you think that this story is your boring everyday high school fanfiction then stick around a bit, you'll have a pleasant surprise ;)