The Colors Of Tragedy

New Beginnings

"Calm down Tristin this is for the better" my dad said that before we moved. God I hated the thought of moving, but it had to happen. My Dad got a new job up north, and i'm only 16 so I can't get my own place. My Dad was shaking me awake. "We're here buddy," I heard him say, "You awake?" I Snapped back to reality. I have a bad habit of getting lost in thought. I blame school for being so boring. I rubbed my eyes and stepped out of the car. My first sight was a hideous gray house standing in front of me. My dad got out and placed his hand on my shoulder, and stood tall. "I Know this isn't what either of us wanted, but we need the money Kiddo," He said as if I cared. I Knew what reality was, and I hated it. We started unloading the Van. The house wasn't that small, wasn't that big either. 4 Rooms Total. A Living room and Kitchen mix, a bathroom, and 2 bedrooms. All of them painted Gray, with white Carpet. While my dad unpacked the boxes, I went to the bathroom. I stood there and saw myself in the mirror. 

Its Me, Tristin. Wearing my new school uniform, my dad already got it for me. and signed me up for school. He cares about my education, but who cares. Everyone gets a job from a corporation and go home rich. I Don't Want To Live MY Life Like That. I Brushed my curly blonde short hair. It always reminded me of sand flowing in a desert. Every single grain flowing in the wind, following the rules of someone else. Freedom for them is still under someone else's rules. I closed my Eyes and slowly laid down on the floor and slept. Oh fuck not again.