They call me Blue

They call me Blue

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Eversense I was little people have called me Blue. It was natural to me, and to the people who are close to me. I haven't moved from where I live know for the past fifteen years and I'm not planning to. But we are, we are moving, and its going to change my life drastically. From the humid swamps of Florida to the dry crackling grass of Texas. Well I ever survive? Well I ever survive the mystery that is the boy who calls himself Red? What happens when blue meets red? Well a purple be made or well the two colours never touch? Hi, they call me Blue, and this is my story.
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When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

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