Forgotten Colour

Prologue



People are very different from each other. Besides the fact that we are all human, not one of us is the same. We have divided ourselves into groups. there are country clubbers, preps, sport junkies, nerds, whores, gay guys, gay girls, emos, and the rest of us are outcasts. I, on the other hand, am the outcast of the outcasts.


I am the person people don't remember looking through their old yearbook. I am the crayon in the corner of your crayon box, that you forget about, The Forgotten Colour.