Read Diaries of the Very Fruity Girl :: PURPLE REALLY IS A COOL HUE (PART 2)

The more and more we talked, the more I became fascinated with her. I didn't feel so alone anymore. Had some sort of connection. Had a real friend. Not only did I have a friend….I had someone who looked like me. Someone who had jet black coiled hair. Someone who also bared melanin and had an overactive imagination. She had quite a passion for creating, all I could do was admire her. That day I told her how I would lend my markers to her. Although I did enjoy art I wasn't nearly as good as her. I would rather let her use them than let them go to waste. Purple was a very interesting girl and out of the ordinary of what I've ever known. I was so intrigued but yet so closed-minded at the time. Even if someone screamed at me. The words that spoke the loudest were my own. She was the only one who could put a dent in my hard head.

The next day, I woke up from my sleep. The groggy feeling was more than unsettling. I rubbed my eyes until they were hot and red. My ears ached as the sound of ringing muffled the gentle tapping of the rain bouncing off the roof of my house. With a blink of an eye, I went into a trance. Can't even describe how it felt. Time truly stopped for a moment. Cares flew away, sadness didn't exist. In that vague daydream, all I could hear was soft laughter and a vision of a crooked smile painted my mind. Shaking came from under my pillow. I slipped out of my dream taking a deep sigh. I reached under to grab my shitty "phone". It was about the size of the palm of my hand. As it kept shaking, notifications flooded my screen. Causing my phone to shut down. When I finally had the strength to deal with the Obama phone. I powered it on, it was already hot to the touch. I wanted to use that as an excuse so I wouldn't go through with what I was about to do. The screen lit up and a message popped up on my screen.

" Good Morning baby"

It was my boyfriend…..

Yes, you heard me right. My boyfriend at the time. Had sent me a text, wishing me a good morning. He wasn't bad but he wasn't great either. From the day I met him till the day we got together and after. I've never really felt anything towards him...or any other boy for that matter. Every time I did I would be confused because I would fear that a relationship was supposed to feel like this. Just soulless touching. Gibberish nonsense that led to non-passionate words that we're supposed to hold on to. Even in this confusion, I gave him my all... quite literally.

Springing up from my frigid cold bed, I ran over to my desk to collect my markers one by one and placed them into a sparkly opaque pink case. The ride to school was calm but I could feel a nerve-wracking sensation throughout my whole body.

Opening the car door and stepping onto the steps of my campus, I remember standing there for a moment and watching the muddy water flood over my shoes. In that second I couldn't breathe. I inhaled and exhaled and made my way slowly to the cafeteria. When I got there, the room was already filled to the brim with kids. Loud chuckles and screams filled the room as the rain came down harder. I could see Purple in the back corner of the room. Me being ignorant I shouted at her and semi-tossed the markers at her. The smile on her face made my chest sink. I watched her as she started coloring in sketches and kids circled her to see her work.

She was special alright, she was going to be something great one day.