Mustard is Yellow

||Prologue|| Introductions

Aloha! My name is Mahina. Mahina Palakiko. Now, there is a couple of things you should know about me before we start this wonderful story. 

1. I live in Hawaii. Luckily for you I am fluent in both English and Hawaiian, but a lot of my family speak Hawaiian for the most part. Don't worry! I'll be your translator.

2.  I'm fourteen, and a freshman at my school, Kalāheo High School on the O'ahu island. (that's a real place, look it up!) 

3. I live with my mom, and my hermit crab, Jerry. My mom is a neurology surgeon at the hospital, and she works the day shift on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. She works in Honolulu, which is a little farther from Kailua, where our house is. When I say a little farther, I mean 21 minutes, if you want to be exact. We live in the neighborhood right next to the school, so that is very nice, if I do say so myself.

4. I have two best friends, Llyra and Hilo. They have been with me through everything and they are the bestest people that can ever exist. Besides my mom. She's pretty awesome too. And Jerry. Wait, no, Jerry isn't even a human. I'm confused. 

5. And the last thing you need to know about me is that I am diagnosed with tritanopia, a rare yellow-blue colorblindness. This means that a lot of stuff that I see is pink. I can't see yellow or green that well. Actually, no, I can barely see them at all. What's yellow? Tree leaves are green? I always thought they were blue. Sun's lookin a little pink, not gonna lie. 

I've had this condition since I was born. In kindergarten they asked me to paint a landscape, you know, as kindergarten art teachers do. Of course to me, it looked normal. To my other classmates and teachers it also looked somewhat normal. Sure there was like a blue leaf here and there, but other than that I used the "right" paints. Unless you actually hear people say what color things are, like leaves being this green color, you just think that everyone else is seeing the same thing. 

I didn't learn I had some sort of color blindness until I was 12, when our English teacher had us do imagery. "Describe the tree's out side using as many descriptive words as possible!" So I used the word pink a lot. There was never a "green" in my writing. 

The teacher sent me to the principles office, thinking I was joking around. I was confused. Thankfully, the Principle was understanding and had my mom take me to an eye doctor. I got diagnosed with tritanopia and here we are! The center of bullying and not having friends just because I think the sun is pink.

I think that's as good as an introduction that we can get. Well here we go!