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Another day. The Same as always. I wake up to the grey ceiling. I turned my head to look at the black dresser and the dark grey mirror. I get out of bed slowly and walk to the closet. When I open it up, I pick out a black shirt and black pants. I walked down the stairs to ask if my mom if my clothes matched.

“honey pink and orange don’t go together” she sighed.

I moaned going back upstairs and grabbing a white shirt and a skirt that I memorized was black. You see the thing is I'm color blind, but this isn't a normal color-blind thing, I have a rare case of achromatopsia; which means that I can only see black and white. I've never have seen color and must rely and memorize what clothing is which color. My mother says that blue brings out my eyes. If only I could tell what color my eyes were. I signed while I peered into the mirror. Today is today is going to be okay.

Today is my first day of school, I’m going into the 12th grade. I’m excite for this year because I can finally go to college afterwards; I’m also a straight A student and already got accepted into Harvard. I’m planning on becoming a journalist and traveling the world. Everyone I know said I couldn’t peruse my career choice because I'm color blind and won't know how to describe the color of the places that I visit, But that’s the thing. It's like painting in a picture in my mind guessing what colors would look like, it makes my stories more interesting.

At school I have loads of friends, Chrissy, James, Nick, and Alex. As you can see, they are mostly guys but Chrissy and I, we are best friends. I also have other friends, but these are my people, the ones who understand what I’m going through and help me through it. Oh, and I almost forgot, my name is Chroma meaning color, Funny right? My parents wanted me to have color in my life somehow.

“Chroma” yelled Chrissy

“what?” I questioned confused

“Hot guy alert and he’s new!” she squealed

“Chrissy, I told you a hundred times I'm not into this kind of stuff I focus on sch-”

“Bla bla school this school that just look!” she pushed my head in the direction. My eyes lit up I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I couldn’t even describe it, the only word that came to mind was color. For the first time in my life I have seen color. I didn’t have a clue what colors he was wearing but he was beautiful. My eyes started to ill with tears.

“jeez Chroma, he’s petty but not pretty enough to cry about it” she laughed

“you don’t understand I can see! Uh colors I mean only on him!” I exclaimed

“really?” she gave me an odd look. “then what color is he”

“I gave her a look, how the hell am I supposed to know this is my first time seeing like a real person!” I took a deep breath “his shirt it looks warm and fierce!”

“OMG! You can, his shirt is called red!” she squeezed my arm

“red my new favorite color” I watched him from a distance, His shirt was tight on him and you could tell he was muscular. He wore jeans that were a little worn but also looked just right on him. His hair was a mess and his eyes were piercing blue. Wait his eyes, is he looking at me?. I started to walk away when I felt a hand on my elbow.

“he's coming over here” whispered Chrissy

“then let go so I can get away” I whispered back trying to escape her grasp.

“Wait!” I heard from behind me. I froze. then slowly turned around. His voice was deep. Very deep. As he approached the intensity of his color grew.

“This may sound crazy but when I look at you, I don’t see any color” He said quietly. I wasn’t sure if I misheard him, but my heart stopped.

“what” I said almost as quietly. Then he reached out and touched my arm. The warmth from his fingertips spread throughout my body. I looked down to see where he was touching and saw for the first time in my life. The color of my skin. I didn’t know what to call it, it looked light and fuzzy.

“whoa, that was weird” he said

“Yea” I said breathlessly

“what’s your name” he said “Mines Melanion, its sounds weird, its Greek for color.”

“No way my name means color too, I’m Chroma, Also Greek for color”

“Thats amazing” Melanion said breathlessly. I smiled looking down noticing I was wearing my nice white shoes and a black skirt and the white shirt. Im so glad I memorized these clothes, at least I don’t look like a freak to him.

Its not done yet what do u think

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Starting to be me!

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When I was in the 8th grade I was sitting around with my friends and yelled omg I know why and orange is called orange because its orange. Remebering this now I wonder what came first.