Liking Colors

Liking Colors

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(First Novel) "So tell me more about yourself Attila." The brown headed boy smiled at me as we walked down the sidewalk. "What kind of info?" I asked as I looked at him at the corner of my eyes. "Tell me basic facts." "Uh Okay...I am 16 years old, I live with my Dad, I go to Kerrington High School. Uh let's see....Oh! I love the band BTS, I'm quarter Korean, quarter Filipino, quarter American, and quarter Russian." I said as I looked ahead. "Do you have a favorite color?" He asked as he walked faster making him ahead of me, but only to turn around and start walking backwards. "Yeah. Why?" I quirked an eyebrow at his unimportant question, though that question does very much matter to me. "I like the color blue, it reminds me of the sky and it's beautiful and majestic too." He said enthusiastically, while I just looked at him as I walked. "I didn't ask you why or what your favorite color is doofus." I smiled at his annoyed expression. "Anyways what's your favorite?" "Black." I stated ignoring the fact that Jackson is sending me a questioning look. "Why do you like black? I mean most girls like brighter colors or more prettier colors beside goths or depressed people of course, no offense Attila." He panicked as he waved his hands in front of him as he thought that he offended me. "None taken. Though I like black because of certain reasons, many in fact. One reason is just because black is dark doesn't automatically mean that its evil or not pretty. I mean black represents a lot of things." I put both my hands behind my head and interlocking them behind my head as I walked. "You mean like hate and depression if that's what you mean." He scoffed and looked of to the side. "What's so wrong about black that you hate it Jackson Herion?" •••• Attila believes that black doesn't only show depression or hate but it can show other feelings. Just like how Attila will prove to Jackson that black can show different meanings that black isn't a sad or hateful.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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