I'm the color boy, Lee Fallmore. The boy who's a disappointment, yet also an inspiration.
I remember last night, after me and dad got in a fight. I was upset, no I was angry. I wanted to be an artist, someone to inspire others. Somebody to be able to make color into emotions. But, that isn't what dad wanted. He wanted me to be an engineer, he wanted me like him. He tells me I'll be the man of the house after he leaves. It'll just be Lily and me.
I kick the dirt as I walk outside. He can't force me to be like him. He wants me to be better. He wants me to be more social and strong. I'm none of that, and I don't want to be. I like reading at home. I like drawing and writing stories with my eyes. Speaking of eyes, I feel tears bubble up. Good thing he isn't here. He'd call me a crybaby.
I don't want to talk, talking is like choking out words of disaster. Stuck in the back of my throat. Shredding my throat as words settled in. The sky catches my attention. It's getting dark, maybe around seven. Dad won't look for me. He didn't when Mom left.
I sat outside, waiting for the sky. I looked through the trees towards the Sun. On the horizon there's a few grey clouds. The sky is a strawberry pink and a tangerine orange smoothie mixed up.
It made it look like magma drifting through the grey rocks. The slight breeze made the trees dance on the sky. The larger clouds surround the sky, making the smoke. They blocked the true sky. The stars are shards of glass. They reflected light and the wishes of many through the decades.
The smoke shifted and the magma moved to the distant mountains. I watched until it all drifted into darkness and no longer was there the warmth of the sky. With the magma, my anger drifted away.
Wonder how Lily is doing. She's probably still at the Café, I think her shift goes until nine. I shouldn't be worrying about her, she can take care of herself. If anything, she takes better care of herself then I do. I should be worrying about my assignment. The deadline is coming up and I'm only halfway done with the animation. Man, online college does not slack. A whole three minute smooth animation in two months. They want so much detail, in such a short period. I'm going to die from overdosing on caffeine.
A/N: I know it's really short, but I don't know where to take this story. I know I'm basically a dead account, it's just hard for my to publish things. I would love feedback, though!
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The Color Boy
AventuraA story about a boy who's an disappointment, but also a inspiration. Follow him as he tells his story and describes his own little world.