"Do you miss seeing the right colors?" My best friend, Abby, asked me.
"Do you miss shutting up?" I asked Abby.
"Hey!" Abby gasped.
"Hey!" I mocked her.
"You're rude." Abby pouted.
"Rude!?! Me?!? Youre the only whole asked a girl who's colored blind, "Do you miss seeing the right colors?"" I raised my voice.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Abby quickly said.
"You better be!" I hissed.
"Geez, dont have to be so mean!" Abby said.
Getting up, I grabbed my lunch and walk towards the court yard.
"Whatcha doing doll'?" A voice spoke from behind me.
"Thinking." I turned around.
"About what?" Negan asked.
"Me. The Freak." I looked down, knowing Negan hated me for calling myself The Freak.
"What did you call yourself, doll'?" Negan's voice getting firm.
"The Freak....." I said, my voice just above a whisper.
Negan grabbed my wrist, "You called yourself The Freak?"
His tone was scary.
"Yes." Tears fell from my eyes.
Negan grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, looking at his eyes.
"You are no Freak!" Negan almost shouted.
"I AM! IM COLOR BLIND! I GET BULLIED!" I shouted then mumbled, "I'm no good for you......"
"Look at me!" Negan stared into my eyes, "I couldnt have no one better than you. Dont listen to them, I'll have Simon take care of them."
"Okay." I snuggled into his chest, "I love you."
"I love you too." Negan said.
As I ate my lunch, I could hear Negan whisper into his walkie-talkie, "Take care of the bullies please and thank you."
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