Contingent

Chapter 1.

I always knew I was different.

My parents even knew I was, since the day I was born. They always made me wear contacts, and i remember hearing them cry and say "Why us? Why is our child so horrendous! What a disgrace! Very unsuitable, she must never go without her contacts!"

I am now sixteen years old with brown hair and brown eyes. So is everyone else on the planet, and I'm dead serious.

In fact, I honestly don't think it would be possible for any other colors to exist in the world. At least not in eyes or hair.

We learn all about it in school, we're all forced to. The books say it started hundreds of years ago. A man named Ralph Walters rounded up every man and woman, country by country. Apparently, humans had variety. You could either be born with blonde, brown, red, or black hair. You could either have brown, blue, green, or hazel eyes. He murdered every human being that didn't have brown hair and brown eyes. All the others were buried in mass graves.

I always wondered what the color 'blonde' would look like atop someone's head. They say it looks as bright as the sun.

I always looked at the sun and cried because it was such a beautiful color. I tried to imagine burning, bright, and beautiful golden locks pouring over my shoulders...but I couldn't.

I couldn't rebel against tradition.

I couldn't rebel against my family.

I couldn't rebel against the world.

Walters may be dead, but his descendants aren't. There are still evil people out there, just waiting for someone to break the rules.

No one understands me. No one ever will. I will always be alone, fighting for my invisible 'rights'. Why can't i live in a world where love is real? Where humanity is considered?

School is horrible. Everyone picks on me for trying to be different. We all are required to wear school uniforms, but they're so boring. They're a solid black sun dress with black shoes. Everyday i wear a bright yellow one I bought.

It's not an unusual event, so the principal always calls me to her office in the morning, makes me take it off, calls my mom, my mom comes up there, she yells at me and I get a paddling.

I don't want to be living this way anymore.