True Colours

The world isn't just black and white - It's colourful. Sometimes you just need to open your eyes and discover all the colours.

A story of how two very different boys with their own unique art style meet at an art competition, which doesn't go quite as planned.

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"So, what's your piece about then?" I asked the jet black-haired boy, as he finished eating his rather dry-looking sandwich.

He looked up at me, with eyes saying; 'did you seriously just ask that?', like I had asked about his deepest secret, or something very private. Maybe I had, though? I had really just been trying to start a conversation. Art was a form of self expressionism, and a language without words. I learned that in art class years ago, but never really thought about it that much. Maybe this weird black-haired boy felt the same way about art as I did? I still had a lot to learn about art. And people. I was probably better off apologising.

"Sorry, I didn't-"

"I'm not telling you," he interrupted me, lifting himself up from the ground, and hurrying off behind one the high-rised buildings.

"Just trying to make friends, Mr.
Mysterious-black-haired-boy!" I shouted after him, laughing at the nickname I had just given him.

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Content / Trigger warnings :

- Alcohol
- Blood
- Bullying
- Cigarettes/smoking
- Drugs
-Homophobia
- Mental illnesses
- Mention of toxic relationships
- Racism
- Strong / hard language, swear words
- Transphobia
- Violence