I like colors. Colors are so pretty. They way they all range from black to pink, from grey to blue, it's just facinating. I love wearing all different kinds of colors. My favorites being pastel; something about the warm and diluted colors is just beautiful. They're usually lighter shades of a color. Colors like; turquoise , light pink, lilac, are all pastels. The shade, look, and feel of these colors is just amazing. It is also very asthetically pleasing.
Now a days people wear too much dark colors. Most kids at my school dress in black and dark colors. It's very depressing at times. Colors are more of my thing. I love dressing in light pinks, blues, and oranges. The colors have more of a comforting feel to them, plus I feel cute.
Before not many people wore dark colors, but now as we're older most people do. I'm sort of like that rebel that doesn't want to dress or be how everyone else is. Except this time, it's to dress all colorful, rather than in dark clothing.
I did use to wear dark clothing a lot. I never really felt comfortable with it. At times it was really depressing and I stood out like a sore thumb. Now, wearing and having a variety of colors makes me really happy.
My closet is filled with oversized sweaters of blue, beige, and even pink. I wear tights at times but usually stick to skinny jeans or shorts. Even my shoes are a variety of color from light blue vans to lightish grey toms. I even had some flower crowns that I wore on occasion. My closet may not be the most organized place but the colors still make it look decent enough to look at.
I sighed as I continued to search through my wardrobe for today's outfit. After trying to decide between a white and pink jumper or a light grey and orange one, I decided in the end to wear my baby blue one. I then picked up some white skinny jeans and put them on. I went over to my full-body length mirror and was satisfied at my clothing choice for today. I put on my light blue converse and grabbed my backpack and, quickly went out of my room and down stairs.
Once reaching the bottom I smelled the scent of pancakes, my favorite. Licking my lips I head into the kitchen. At the stove stood my mom flipping a pancake over.
"G'morning mum," I greeted her cheerily.
Turning around from her task, she smiled up at me and greeted back. "Good Morning, my little Philly! Had a good night's sleep?"
I nodded my head to answer her question. I walked over to her and hugged her, while doing so I sneakily grabbed a pancake from the plate she was putting them on. Retracting from the hug I quickly went to nibble on the pancake. Yummy pancakes, how I love thee.
Humming in contempt I kissed my mum on the cheek. "Thanks mum."
"No problem dear, but you better eat quick because you have to get to school in a few." She chuckled as I quickly started shoving the pancake in my mouth. "Calm down Phil, there's still time to eat, no need to almost choke on a pancake."
Stopping my movements I look up and grin cheekily. I just couldn't help myself, the pancakes are so delicious. I have to eat as much as I can before I have to leave. It's the pancakes own faults for being so yummy.
I grab a plate from the cabinets and shove a stack of pancakes onto it. I sit down at the breakfast bar and pour syrup all over the evil deliciously cooked goods. Why are pancakes so good anyway? They're just a bunch of flour, milk, and butter. How can something taste so good. It's just not right, devil pancakes is what they should be called. Also why are they only one color? Can't there be more colorful pancakes. What if they could be blue and pink, even purple! Those would be some good looking pancakes. I'd want those pancakes. I should write a letter to the pancake gods to make colored pancakes. Let the pancakes express themselves!
Before I knew it, I had finished all my pancakes and it was time to to school. I get up to put my plate in the sink. I kiss my mum on the cheek swiftly and start heading for the front door.
"Bye mum!" I yell out as I grab the car keys from the key bowl.
"Bye Phil! Have a good day at school," she yelled back. With that, I opened the door and walked out. Shutting the door behind me I then walk over to my car, unlocking it. Throwing my bag in first I then get in. Now I am off to school. Before I even got out of the driveway I stopped and looked up at the sky.
I stared up in amazement. The skies were painted a light pink and some dark oranges as the sun peeked up from behind the houses. The sun made it so the clouds looked pink and it was such a beautiful color. I continued to stare in awe. The sky always looks so pretty and colorful in the morning and evenings. Seeing the sky is the only plus of getting up early for school everyday. I get to watch and see the sun rise up and see the beautiful colors of the sky.
With the image of the pink sky in mind I pull out of the driveway and I'm off to school.
