Spectrum Rebellion

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[ for my friends and family who have helped me through everything without doubt or question, encouraging me to write and to write happily; i love you all so much. i know this is just a wattpad book written by an amateur, but this book is for you guys, for this is as close as i can get to actually painting your houses or something. ]

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People said I was quite a depressed and miserable person, mainly because I had always had an unhealthy obsession with colour, and the problem was colour wasn't allowed in society. It went against humanity's vow of abnegation after World War III. Total abnegation was a way of keeping peace and order so that the world would no longer have to worry about anything that would spark controversy and, therefore, war. The world's choice of abnegation resulted in the world 'colour' becoming a banned swear that was considered exceedingly arrogant and punishable. Some people over the many years had been jailed because they had said it too many times, or had used or worn something with colour in it.

We were all basically bred in a way animals, like dogs, would be, just to make us look plain so we wouldn't seek beauty and create stereotypes. Eventually, this successful 'breeding' made sure we all had dull coloured hair and eyes that wouldn't stand out. Skin was dull. Everything was dull. Everyone was dull. All except for me. I was born with dull, dark hair like my parents...but I had eyes the colour of the grass of the olden times; a bright green. That alone was enough to make my parents hate me, until they discovered I was fascinated with the spectrum and was constantly trying to bring colour into our dull lives. And because my love for colour was banned, I became sad and quite introverted, with only my dreams to keep me going through this hard, boring life.

Once, when I was about seven, I found a blue pen in the street and used that at school instead of a black one. I got sent home and wasn't allowed to go back to school for a week afterwards. My mother always told me this interest in the spectrum was going to be the end of me and my father threatened to disown me if I said that word under his roof. So I kept quiet and remained secretly fascinated. And still, ten years after the blue pen incident, I was still in love with the idea of colour; I always daydreamed about painting my room, dying my hair an inappropriate shade and not hiding in the dark whenever there was a rainbow outside.

Yes, my obsession was actually against the law, but I wasn't the only one. There were people out there who did go against this bleak society and managed to smuggle colour into their lives. They would hide out in alleyways and trade paint, wear clothes with colour, do extreme activities such as parkour and climbing buildings and they would dye their hair strange colours. These people were also very passionate and weren't afraid to show their emotions to one another, good or bad. They loved loving and seemed to love hating, too. They called themselves the Spectrum Rebels, and they were my inspiration. I so desperately wanted to be like them, to live the way they lived, but I was too scared to splash out and become unique. I was also nervous that if I was ever given the chance to embrace colour, I would be too nervous and let the opportunity pass by me without another word. Maybe it was because I was scared of my parents. My whole life they had drilled abnegation into my head, but I just couldn't grasp it. Being utterly selfless and self-sacrifice was certainly not my thing. I could be kind and I was quiet, but I hated it as a lifestyle. Bleakness was not for me.