Red ignored black all day that day but he kept glancing over at the new girl. She had white long hair and skin as pale as snow and shimmering white eyes she was the second prettiest girl in class. The most pretty girl in class was dark green she had green hair that were put up in messy buns and she smelled of roses too bad she was gay.
Red was in love but it wasn't normal he loved two people but didn't know who to choose, the handsome(ish) black or the beautiful white. He couldn't decide he knew he had to pick one but who??and why??? White because she's pretty or black because he loved him...
