Color My Soul

Color My Soul

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“Why did I say it? Hmmmm…” Moi pretended to muse as he rubbed his smooth masculine chin, the expression on his face making me smile to no end. “Well,” he began, his eyes locking on me, “I said it because…it’s true.” Then suddenly his demeanor switched to being serious, causing the smile to fade from my face as he leaned closer. “I said it because as much as you try to pretend and hide the fact that you love holding that paintbrush,” he said softly his tone making me melt like butter as he gestured to the brushes sitting on my stool, but my eyes stayed on him, my body completely frozen. “It’s written as clear as day in your movements, in your brown eyes and in those works that you whip up like a pro.” He was tilting his head by the time he finished his monologue. I went speechless as I found it hard to breathe. What was he doing to me? I had the weirdest desire to--- Ahri (short for Vesahri) is the most popular girl in school, who is known more for her beauty and her regal apperence than her quiet personality. Before school starts, Ahri breaks up with Tyler, the most popular boy in school because she’s fed up with having a superficial life. All she wants to be is herself—to express herself freely through panting. However, ending her relationship with Tyler brings on a load of obstacles and awareness to other issues which need resolving. Preferring isolation, Ahri comes close to deciding not to befriend anyone her senior year until she meets Moi, the affable loner. Maybe...just maybe he can help Ahri. But how will her parents react to her newfound perspective?
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USER SERIES 1 Micah Rex: He's handsome, dangerous, reckless. An addict. When he walks into a room, people notice. People are scared of him, people don't look him in the eye. AJ Ferro: She's cute, nice respectful. A helper. When she walks in a room, people usually get flowers. People love her, people want to be her friend. Despite her cheery nature and soft words AJ has never had it easy when it came to addiction -or depression. Without his addiction, sadness and anger Micah doesn't know who he is -and he hates not knowing things. And, of all places, they meet at a rehab center. He looked at her and saw a peppy girl with no future. She looked at him and saw a troubled boy with a bad past. Micah wants to die, AJ wants him to live. It's only a matter of time before one of them breaks through or breaks the other. - I was 12 the first time I took a hit off a joint at a party, smoked a blunt by myself and bought a bong. I was 13 when I started drinking alcohol for fun. 14 the first time I took ecstasy at a college party I snuck into, the same age I lost my virginity. This was the first time I went to a mental institution because it's also the year I first tried to kill myself. 15 the first time I smoked meth, took a bump of cocaine, shot myself up with heroine. This was the first time I got sent to rehab, it didn't work and I came out worse. I was 16 when I tried to commit three times in the same year, the last time I got my heart to stop for 30 seconds. That year was also the first time I snorted Hydrocodone, getting me started in opiates, I experimented with Xanax and liked it. And I was a month from 17 when I got sober. - "Fuck you." I snap. "You already have." Micah bites out. "And I'm pretty fucking sure you liked it too, if your orgasms were anything to go by." - "I want-" Micah stopped, running his fingers through his hair. "Never mind what I want. What do you want?" His voice is quieter now, more gentle. "You."

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