about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

-pará, vais matá-lo - disse entre choro e gritos - secalhar é melhor que ele desapareça - ele disse sem parar de o esmurrar - Pára! eu... eu... eu amo-o - disse enquanto batia nas suas costas Ele parou e quando virou-se para mim continha um olhar raiado de sangue e cheio de lágrimas

Update: This story has been discontinued. - I am terribly sorry. Your mother lied to you. She told you that you were unique, and that as a teenager you have a whole bunch of options you can choose from to determine who you want to be. She must have been high. Look, I'm going to tell you this honestly. Somewhere out there in this floating sphere of green and blue, there's a person who acts just like you. It's the combinations of different personalities - which eventually lead up to an actual human being - that makes us all unique. But it can't hurt to find out where your personality stems from, right? Wanna know who you are? I'll help you out. There are 36 students in my classroom. Which one are you?