I'm standing in line for coffee at the local Starbucks when I see him. Red hair, green eyes, and skinny. Red hair. One of the most common colours, because it means that you're angry. I wonder what happened to him. I hate having my emotions reflected by my hair. It means I can't hide anything. That's why I wear my hair under a beanie most times.
Well anyway, there I was standing in line for coffee. I finally get to the front of the line and order my usual.( Vanilla Bean frappe with caramel drizzled over the whipped cream) Since I have to wait, I decide to talk to this boy.
His hair is still red, but it's not fire truck red anymore. Now it's a sort of crimson colour. "Hello!" I chirped and stuck my hand out, waiting for him to shake it. He just stared at me. I guess I am an interesting object to focus on. My hair is tucked under a black beanie with only my bangs showing. They are currently neon green, which is curiosity. My clothes consist of dirty black converse and ripped jeans. The jeans aren't black, but they're really dark so it's close. My oversized royal blue sweater has probably seen better days but it's ok because I can slide the sleeves down over my hands and hit people with them.
He stares at me for another minute before cautiously shaking my hand. "What do you want?" The boy's voice was rough and harsh. "I just wanted to say hello. You looked lonely so I thought I would talk to you." He just looked at me. "Soo...what's your name?" I thought it was a perfectly good question. Anything offensive? Nope! Was he offended? Yep! "Would you just leave me alone?" "Ok rude." I muttered as he walked up to get his coffee. His hair was back to fire truck red. I didn't hear them call his name.
I was so distracted I didn't even hear them call my name the first time. The second time I do and I go to get my coffee. (Which is delicious by the way) Why did the one encounter with a boy change me that much? I push all thoughts of him out and and concentrate on my coffee. I look at my watch. 7:30. Schools starts at 8:00 so I should probably go. I take my coffee and walk out of Starbucks.
Authors Note: Hey guys. This is long overdue. I'm sorry. I had to type all of this on my phone because my laptop( which is pathetic and like 8 years old) would not work so I'm sorry. It's kinda boring right now but trust me it will get better just give it a couple of chapters. I'm just trying to introduce the characters right now. Thanks for reading :)
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