Chapter 1

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He hopped down, and landed with a soft thud.

"Took you long enough," she giggled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I totally could have helped that my dad locked the front door again!" He rolled his eyes playfully and got to his feet. His dark, black hair was his only distinguishing feature.  He had brown eyes, but not beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, just brown. He loved to smile,  but only wished that people loved his smile. His laugh was loud, but not contagious. And it always led back to his hair. His black hair. He loved black. Black is dark. Black is good. Black is All.  "Black is the only colour," he smirked to himself,"you can wear without looking like the world's unhappiest hipster."

"Hey!" she called, turning back. "Are you coming or what?"

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