Plain Until Proven Beautiful

Chapter One

 Key

Pink-Happiness

Hot Pink-Attraction

Light Red-Love

Red-Lust

Dark Red-Hate

Rust-Discomfort

Bright Orange-Curiosity

Orange-Excitement

Dark Orange-Suspicion

Brown-Illness

Light Yellow-Cowardice

Yellow-Fear

Deep Yellow-Bravery

Light Green-Envy

Green-Greed

Dark Green-Jealousy

Teal-Shock

Turquoise-Serenity

Light Blue-Sadness

Blue-Melancholy

Dark Blue-Depression

Lavender-Passion

Periwinkle-Annoyance

Violet-Anger

Purple-Rage

Copper- Embarrassment

Hazel-Nervousness

Brown-Sickness

White-Purity

Gray-Confusion

Black-Corruption

Gold-Confidence

Chapter One

Nicole

Vision is filled with color. Color is something magical that exceeds our expectations. Color can show direction, it can breathe in a way other things never could. But not for me. I suffocate color. Nothing flows through me the way it does for everyone I'm surrounded by. I'm a defect according to all science. I was a mistake. I wasn't supposed to happen. But look at me now. I'm here aren't I?

My world is special. It is filled to the brim with people like me, only they're all a better version. They all have colorful hair. Mine is plain brown, straight as a board. Everyone else has hair that changes color. Deep red for hatred for example. Mine doesn't change ever. The doctors say it never will. Until my sister was born my parents worried that none of their children would be colored. They hoped it was a problem with me and not them. Luckily, my sister showed up with beautiful turquoise hair. Of course, it was turquoise, for serenity. So, she was fittingly named Serena. My parents adore her of course. She's 15 and perfect. I'm an awkward, strange, brunette, named Nicole. Fitting. A plain name for a plain girl.

In my society brown hair means I'm sick with something. That means I get a lot of stares. Especially when they realize it isn't changing and that it won't change. I used to get teased for it. But now I'm just an outcast. Not loved, not a friend. I'm just around. I hoped it would change once I was in high school but nothing changed, including my hair.

My first day of senior year is tomorrow. I just can't wait to get it over with.

My sister jolts me from a dreamless sleep.

"Nicki! We'll be late if we don't leave soon! I just can't be late on the first day. If I'm late on the first day then for the rest of the year I'll be the late girl. And nobody wants to be that,"