Purple has always been my favorite color. Every shade has its beauty. Lavender, lilac, periwinkle, french violet, all the shades are beautiful. I see my whole life as multiple colors together but purple has this beauty to it. It defines how I am as a person because I've heard that purple means you're super introspective and stuff. In my town full of people I've known all my life, I'm not sure if that's enough.
My life in school has a slight red to it. I can never put my finger on what specific shade though. Is it the same shade as fire? Or maybe it's a lame shade of mahogany? Or the shameful shade of deep red? Oooh, or maybe-
"Lucia! Earth to Lucia!"
I blink twice before realizing I was stuck in my thoughts. My senses came back, my skin processing the cool air being blown in the ice cold room. After reassessing the familiarity of the classroom, I look at the grumpy teacher we all call Mr. Wilson. "Lucia, can you answer this question?"
The equation was right on the board. -10x + 2 = 10 - x was written clearly in a leaf green inked Expo marker. My mind immediately blanked. What do I do in a situation like this? Do numbers and variables have feelings? What if x doesn't like the other xs when being combined?
"Lucia," my teacher asked again, stern this time.
"Mr. Wilson, I can't solve this equation without knowing the feelings of x or the numbers," I say as my mind tries to decipher how the equation feels.
"Ms. Everything-Has-Feelings, does this table I'm sitting on have feelings too?" a loud, obnoxious guy asks, patting the table extra loud.
The whole class laughs at his dumb joke. I'm pretty sure that table has feelings. And that guy was hurting her feelings. Tables are always vandalized and I feel sorry for them, putting up with the disrespect of students. The bell rings, the melodic song filling the room as kids hurry to lunch. I pick my stuff up slowly as Mr. Wilson sighs.
"Lucia, why can't you pay attention in class?" Mr. Wilson asks, "You are an amazing person, one of the most intelligent even. But it's just that you'll never understand the material if you don't listen when it's being taught."
I look in his eyes for a moment. His eyes which are usually this sharp, judgemental mirror gray eyes are now soft, more sadder. The vibes of baby blue disappointment echo in the short silence. "I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson. I'll do better next time," I say a bit softer.
Then I find a bar of Hershey's in my backpack, uneaten and feeling underrated. The Hershey bar felt just like Mr. Wilson and so I decided to make the bar happier. "Here you go, Mr. Wilson."
For a second, I saw a flash of light azure blue confusion in his eyes. But in another second, it softened into soft ocean blue content and happiness. "Thank you, Lucia," he said with a smile that radiated sapphire blue.
The radiation of sapphire blue made me smile and relax. "Your welcome, Mr. Wilson." The words flowed easy like azure blue water. I put on my backpack and walk to lunch.
There had to be more to life than just black and white views of the world.
Jagat Reddy
"And that's why I told Ms. Wood, when will I ever need this in my life?" I said, laughing hard.
"Man, that's gotta be a big hit to her yapper mouth," Kaine bursted out, wheezing with laughter.
"Serves that old woman right, she's the yappuccino we never ordered," Wilder agrees, popping a fry into his mouth.
"You know, that reminds me of when she-"
"Shut up, Dash. No one wants to hear that lame story and that was your own stupidity," Kaine cut sharply.
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Fantasy"There had to be more to life than just black and white views of the world." "There had to be something that mattered more than reputation and power." "There had to be something more to this life than royalty." No one said that 8th grade would be ea...
