The Red

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I was walking down 34th street. I was wearing my saggy blue shirt and my black skinny jeans. Black is not a color to be worn here. It was a good day. Even though it was hot out, I headed towards Blue headquarters at the central of our city. It was only a 5 minute drive, but I don't have the luxury of having a car.

When I finally got there, I opened the door into the air conditioned lobby. It was cool, a little too cold for my liking. But the people here are always cold. And I'm not talking about temperature. The lobby had dark blue walls with white crown molding. All the furniture- desk, chairs, couch, was white.

My people, the Blue, were very organized. They believe that symmetry is the key to all. The Blue stick to their methods. Everything they wore was blue and white. Everything they owned was blue and white. Are you getting the picture? Blue and white. Everything.

The Blue are what you would call average citizens. They are respectful do gooders. They always do stuff for the community, poor, environment, etcetera. Helpful, selfless, and smart. Up until today, I thought I was one of them.

See, I am smart, I can make a plan. and I don't mind helping people. it's just that I don't do it for them, I do it for me. I am helpful, and smart. But not selfless. That is what the blue is for. If everyone is selfless, we can have peace.

I don't act like a blue. I can notice things out of the ordinary. My friends use to think i was a psychic. But I'm not, I assure you. I can exploit fear. I can exploit a lot. Maybe that's why they called me.
" good morning, Niles! " I say to the man behind the counter.niles is the secretary for Blue headquarters. He does the work that most people would say is unimportant. What he does plays a small part in their minds, but without him, society would collapse. I'm just the first to realize it.
" good morning" says Niles, "How do you do?"
"How do I do what?"
"It's a greeting, Jane. It's like saying 'How are you?' "
"Then I guess I do fine."
" Mr. Montreal is waiting for you on the 53rd floor. We don't want to keep him waiting."

I pressed the elevator button and walk in. The elevator is beautiful. I mean that in the way that means it is simple. Blue and white. The glass doors give it a good touch. Makes it feel like you are teleporting to a new world, and away from this mess that they call life. And by they I mean the Blues.

See sometimes the most beautiful things in life are the simple things, the things we see everyday. To me, it's the things that are never noticed.

I walk into the conference room. The room was white and blue, but more in a fancy that simplistic way. At the end of the long table was Mr. Montreal, sitting in a big white chair, which doesn't make much sense with his small personality. Next to him was Ms. Bay. She was Mr. Montreal's assistant. I hated her.

She always wore the exact same thing. A blue pantsuit and a white blouse. She also had short cropped hair. She died it white to symbolize her "patriotism" but we all knew it was to impress Mr. Montreal. Plus, it made her look like an old witch.

Mr. Montreal was the senator of the Blue society. THE society. Mr. Montreal wore a white suit with a blue tie. He was tall, tan, and muscular. I guess you could consider him handsome, but I don't because of his position. Politics suck life out of people.
"Ms. Fine," he says, " we need to talk. Again"