Plain Until Proven Beautiful

Chapter Three

 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 Three

Nicole

I trail inside my house after my sister, her pink hair flopping on her back. Obviously, she had a good day. But if I'm being honest, so did I strangely enough. She runs straight to my mother asking to go "study" at a friend's house. I just go straight to my room. My mother would rather it be this way. She doesn't want to see me. I'm the hidden one. I'm the embarrassment who shouldn't be seen with the rest of my family. When I'm eighteen I can move into my own place. Maybe get a dog. At least the dog will be happy when I come home.

"Nicole," My mother calls me from the other room. This never happens. What could she want? I turn and head back towards her. "Nicole, we'll be going out to dinner tonight to celebrate your father's promotion. Here's ten dollars. Figure something out."

I take the money from her without saying anything. As I head up the stairs to my bedroom, I can hear the garage door open and close as the rest of my family leaves.
My mother is an odd person. With me she's impatient and annoyed. I don't even know if she loves me. I'd be a little surprised if she did. With Serena she is calm, patient, loving, and sweet. My sister and I have different mothers. We have different fathers too. The last time I remember my dad speaking more than a short sentence to me was when I was four. When I was four my parents still hoped that I could change. They tried to "fix" me to no avail. It makes me angry knowing that because I'm different from them, I'm unloved. I'm still their daughter, but I'm not treated like it. Instead of telling me that I'm unique, I'm told I'm a freak. I do love my family. It just hurts to be around them.

I pull out my blackberry and dial the Chinese place's number. I order Chinese every time my parents give me money for food. You would think I'd get tired of it but for some reason I never do. I lay on my bed and look around my room. Like me, my room is simple. Plain. Soft white walls and a cream carpet. Only the necessities surround me. A dresser, a little desk, a shelf for books and things, and a bed. For the most part my room is rather clean. The only thing ever on the ground is dirty clothes when I don't feel like cleaning. My blankets are a simple baby blue color, but at least they're warm and soft. My sister's room is almost the opposite of mine. Color could have thrown up in there. Her room is an absolute disaster because she's never home enough to actually clean it. She's always with friends or out shopping or at soccer practice.