It was a typical Saturday morning and I was cooped up in my room, scrolling through Facebook on my phone in boredom. Pictures and posts of reds littered the page. I pushed the home button, hearing it click and pressed my index finger on the red "F" icon until it started to vibrate. Deleting Facebook will also delete all of its data. A warning popped up. I ignored it. I know it won't be a decision that lasts, for even though the notifications will never have anything to do with Blues, curiosity will win over. The Reds are, after all, the most important group in the human race.
I fingered my silvery blue hair, imagining what my life would be like if my nurses assigned me to red instead.
You threw that chance away. Idiot. The voice in my head said, the second time that week.
Why didn't you change your name to Kate like they asked? Katie sounds so...Blue. If you joined their gang, you could've been a Purple! I clenched my fist.
They might've even let you become a Red!
I imagined their faces, lions and tigers snarling, playing with the prey. No. The voice is wrong. I glanced around my room. Books scattered across the table. Walls painted messily, amateur attempts at graffiti. The single, compulsory portrait of our red leader hung in the corner, while an unmissable imprinted sign was etched on the door, a sanserif lettering that held the words silver-blue #08273021. My identity.
Fine, Kate. I thought sarcastically. Let's see how can I fit in as an Red, when I have been a Blue all my life.
Simple. The voice said, smug. Pretend you're better than everyone else.
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Katie
Short StoryWhat does it take for a person to stand up? Or collapse completely? Society is a synonym for madness. No one is equal. It's purple over blue, and red over purple. Katie is a blue. She is at the bottom of the food chain, an invisible nobody that's al...
