[.siren]

I really hate to do this..I really like this bean.
Sadly I must drop out, I lost the connection : /
I sowwy peace ;-;

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Aysan1
Name: Skip/skit/ Skeetee
Gender: Male
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective': //only out
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[Shaynn]

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Shade
Derived from her first name

Loki
Her middle name, meaning
"trickster"

Rascal
Trouble, in other words

Dark Lightning
Her "thief name"
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ϟϟShaydin Loki Blitzfur


Shaydin has no direct meaning, but is closely linked by everyone to Shaydin's dark, or shady, appearance and personality. It is literally pronounced Shade-in. Shaydin wears it proudly, it is one of the only things about her that she actually holds close to heart. No one knows why there is a deeper meaning, especially since pretty much nothing non-material has any value to Shaydin.

Loki, though technically a "boy's name" is Shaydin's middle name. As many people know it, it is the name of the Norse god of trickery, translating to the meaning "trickster".

Blitzfur, Shaydin's last name, is a collage of words in different languages. It is broken down into two parts. Blitz is German, and means "lightning". Fur, although technically seen and an English word, is actually Latin, meaning "thief". Quite the name, isn't it?

ϟϟFemale

Although she has a very "masculine" appearance,
Shaydin is most definitely female. You may have
needed ssome help with that going through her
appearance and rash attitude... and short temper...
and I won't get into it all. She can act very much like
a boy, but gets highly offended when being called a
boy, and may sometimes even get physical (violent,
in other words).

ϟϟTwelve

No one has any idea on why a girl of such low age is
already so lost down the wrong path in life, but they
all pity her. You would think that they would all
hate the little thief, but they all would rather
correct her and send her to the right side of the
world, into light. She often gets out of messy
situations, simply because of her age, and she uses
it to her advantage.

DEVIOUS ϟ TEMPERAMENTAL ϟ ANTISOCIAL ϟ WITTY ϟ RESOURCEFUL ϟ CONNIVING ϟ RUDE ϟ LOYAL

Devious - Branching off of devious you get sly, dishonest, underhanded, deceitful, calculating, and many others. Probably Shaydin’s most prominent feature, she doesn’t hesitate to exploit it to gain respect or fear from others.

Temperamental - Shaydin has a ferocious temper, kicking in whenever she is taunted, annoyed or in an argument. She often raises her voice, and her puffy fur spiking is not an unusual sight. It takes much effort and patience to deal with Shade's tantrums, and they happen often.

Antisocial - Shaydin despises others. She hates talking, she hates invasion of her personal space and most of all, and she hates other's niceness. She thinks that it will rub off on her. She usually avoids crowds, simply out of hatred, embarrassment and shyness. Yes, shyness. Shaydin not only hates others, she fears them. She fears affection, embarrassment and the nice attitudes of others.

Witty - Shade always has a sly remark on her tongue. She never fails of finding something to say that either embarrasses others, exposes a secret or simple outsmarts them. Shaydin takes joy in the defeat of others, both physically and mentally, which is why she's spent countless hours simply taking a go at attacking herself with words and countering them.

Resourceful - Shaydin can find a use in anything. She is creative and uses cloth for rope, oil for explosives, and dust for smoke. She always uses what she has on hand, rather than packing tons of gear to go with her on her "outings" (burglaries, in other words).

Conniving - Shaydin isn't always the mastermind behind the plan, she often hires herself out to others for a good pay, and often works by herself as well. She doesn't care as long as she enjoys the job, which is usually true. She jumps at any opportunity to take part in a scheme or robbery, as long as she gets a cut out of it.

Rude - No one knows why, but no one really cares. Shade has no respect to others. She doesn't care about manners, at least, not for anyone else. She takes what she wants when she wants it. This lead to her being disliked by most people, but she doesn't care. She probably dislikes them more.

Loyal - Although no one actually knows about this, Shaydin is extremely loyal, shown to have put herself in danger to protect a friend. Others don't really don't know about this remarkable feature, due to Shade's lack of friends that she truly respects and is loyal to.

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ϟ Intelligent
ϟ Sneaky
ϟ Resourceful
ϟ Brave
ϟ Persistent
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ϟ Rash
ϟ Greedy
ϟ Thief
ϟ Bad temper
ϟ Disrespectful
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The alarms rang as a darkly coloured figure ran out of the bank, carrying two heavy bags of loot. The bank owner ran out of the building. "No! Stop!" that was stupid, why even ask when the answer was surely no? The figure was fast, and made it down an alley before the cops arrived. He ran under the fire-escape of a nearby building but just as he ran out from under it, a shadowy, leaner figure, crashed on top of him, bringing him to the ground. She made haste to tie the crook up, and tape his mouth shut. She took the bags from him and laughed cockily. "Thanks for doing all the hard work for me." With that she disappeared into the shadows, as the police arrived, marvelling over the tied-up bandit but wondering where the money had gone. Meanwhile, the sneakier of the two bandits was long gone, leaving the scene with the loot as she headed out of the city.

Basically, the story is going here. What was before this is like an intro. I'm still working on getting a partner/assistant for Shaydin so I can complete this story, but it will totally be the best thing ever! So just keep posted, because I think this story is a.... WIP

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In her pouch, Shaydin keeps her essentials and never leaves them, if she
loses them she considers herself to be robbed, and she doubts it'll ever
happen. She keeps a flashlight, pocket knife, Styrofoam pieces, a USB,
her watch, a lock-pick and a GPS-Computer. Her flashlight is used in most
robberies, often lighting up dark places or providing background while she
picks a lock. Her pocket knife is multi-purpose, having a sharp knife, mini
scissors, a screwdriver and a bottle-cap opener which she uses to detach
door hinges. She uses her Styrofoam pieces to block security lasers. Her
USB is used to hack systems and install viruses. Shaydin's watch is
extremely high gear, having a stopwatch, timer, compass, glowing parts
and two different time settings. Obviously her lock-pick picks locks and
her GPS-Computer, or GPSC, is a GPS and mini-computer in one. It's
styled like a tablet, and has a touch screen, however does have a
detachable keyboard which she only uses at "home".

ϟϟGelotophobia

Fear of being laughed at

ϟϟMastigophobia

Fear of punishment

ϟϟOphthalmophobia

Fear of being stared at

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[ｐｒｉｘｉｅ]

➳ I a m t h e s h a d o w i n
y o u r s o u l,
I a m t h e n i g h t i t s e l f ➳

"I ᴀᴍ NIRAN"

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➳The name is Niran, call me anything else and...and I'll um...do something very, very bad to you!
➳I am a male, is there something wrong with your eyes?


☽ ---✧---✦---✧--- ☾

ｗｈｏ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ?
Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ
➳My personality? As if you care how I act...Many have described me as an exaggerator , but they don't know the half of it, and they don't know me. I am as cruel and harsh as anyone can be! I put the "E" in evil I-I-I could come up with a lot more just give me a second...Well, anyone who doesn't believe so is a fool. And I certainly am no fool. I have wisdom far beyond my years. I have been exposed to more than people older than me could dream of. Am I over-exaggerating? of course not?! How dare you disrespect me so! But these traits do not complete me, not by a long shot. I am the best of the best at what I do. people are always saying that I'm cocky.But what do they know? They were probably just saying it because they were jealous of my immense talent. Well firstly, I'm a philosopher, except I don't care to teach my thoughts to people. Sᴏ I'll just tell them to you so you can spread them all. Trust me, I'm doing you a real favor. People will absolutely love my thoughts on the world. Sᴏ now let's just take in the fact that,you owe me. Right! So, my first thought on the world, oh and you might wanna take notes because I am not doing this for you again. “Ahem, the world is a cruel, dark place where evil dwells close to the innocent.” That's pretty good huh? I spent forever coming up with that one. Okay, now listen to this one. “I am you leader now, bow before me and if you don't like it just shut you mouth and do it anyway.” That one is my personal favorite. But of course we can't sped all of out time on my philosophies, because I just have so many other amazing talents. Now, I don't mean to brag or anything but I happen to be absolutely immaculate at this particular sport. Mischief. I have never failed at causing it. My extraordinary good looks help with it as well. Pranks of any kind are my expertise. I really should write a book. But then all my tricks would be known...so I guess not. Fear? Please, I fear nothing. I laugh in the face of fear. And well if you haven't noticed, I happen to be the coolest kid my age. Am I exaggerating? Of course not! Why do you keep asking?

Ｗｈａｔ ｈａｐｐｅｎｅｄ?
Ｙｏｕｒ ｐａｓｔ?
➳My past is full of horrors....I'm sure you're much too sensitive and young to here my tale....No? Ugh. Fine. Well, it started a long time ago when I was born into a broken home, quite literally. A fire had struck my parents house just a few days before I was born. And well, apparently my parents were both very superstitious, a trait they had not passed down to me. And so my parents eventually came to the conclusion that it was I who had caused the fire, and that it was a sign. If I was able to scoff at that age, I would have. So, my parents planned to cast me out the minute I was old enough. But I had other plans. When I turned six {which apparently the age my parents deemed old enough} I ran off with the few possessions that I owned. Now I know what you're thinking. Six year olds don't just run off, they'd miss their parents. Well, you've obviously never met my parents have you? So I scrounged for food, mostly just eating out my parent's trash can. Eventually my parents found me and I was sent off to my new set of "parents". They were ok...just not good enough. So I ran away again...it's odd that someone always found me, sometimes it seemed that there were nightly patrols made just for the purpose of catching me when I tried to run. Eventually, I settled down, sort of. And that's pretty much it, I mean there are so many more horrors in my life, i just didn't want to frighten you.

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[Joelle_grace]

Username:
Doglover6365
Name:
Hi I am bluesage. I think it is pretty awesome that I get to tell you about myself. So where do I began oh yes my gender.
Gender:
Well I am a boy and I am pretty proud of it.
Personality:
Playful:
Well everyone is saying that am playful and I agree. I love to roll around and catch butterflys then eat them. I also love to climb trees. Well lets just say I love everything active and sporty. Oh yes and I also like watching people through grass it is kida like hunting oh and I like hunting to.
Bold:
I am not scared of anything. I love to stand out and be the center of the attention. I know that it is a little selfish of me to want to be the center of attention all the time but that is just me. Sometimes me and my friends have a howling contest and aways want to win. So you could call me a bold jelly bean dragon.
Likes:
Butterflys
Mud
Candy
Howling
Hunting
Playing
Standing out
Winning
Trees
Sports
Dislikes:
School
Boring stuff
Grounding
Leaves
Sleeping
Quirk:
Well sometimes I blank out for a moment kinda like fanting for a moment.
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
Art:
http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y47 ... 07691a.jpg

[claypigeon]

dropping out, a week isn't enough time for me to get this ready for judging, sorry! Good luck to anybody still entering


Wannahaveacuppa?

Ruffle

Male

Ruffle is very curious about everything. Ruffle loves to investigate things and to keep up-to-date in his everyday life. Most of the time, Ruffle asks to many questions and often loves to read about wolves. Ruffle does like to be a trickster at times meaning woopy cushions are something he loves. Ruffle is never quiet, in class he is always having his hand up every second of the week. Ruffle also can be mellow, but chooses to be hyperventilated all the time. Ruffle is also very smart, his favourite show is definitely National geographic, no competition. But this boy does have some quirks, Ruffle seems to think he has an imaginary friend, a wolf. This effects many people because he does rude or mean things and then says for explanation "Nikotahra told me to!" Nikotahra or as he calls her, Tahra is his best friend. He always thinks she is around. His teachers think it is "cute" and "nothing to worry about" but there worst fears come into action. Tahra starts to tell him to "jump of the school" and he would, if it wasn't for his teacher. Tahra gets the better of him, making him a bit crazy.

Likes:
•Tahra
•wolfs
•ice cream
• his mother and father
• Woopy cushions
• his friends
• being happy
• school
• National geographic
• unpredictable

Dislikes
• Bullies
•turtles
•broccoli
• His aunt
• fake barf
•his enemies
•being sad
• school
• Bloody/scary movies
• predictable


Ruffle sees the world in a wonderful way, as if the world was a calendar, all planned out but there is always taht one date you forgot to put down. He loves the unpredictable things that happen around him, that one occasional unexpected ding. In other words, that one unexpected thing when you have everything planned. The world will always be a mystery for him, and he never knows when something bad will happen. When you try to have a normal planned out day, the world Causes different. But that's not all, the trees, the bugs, the animals. Those are amazing. Those life forms that came from small organisms in the ocean. Everything from the big bang to everyday life in the world is wonderful. Take a good look at the world around you, there is more than 1 million animals on this planet, and you only know about 100. I have learned to accept the strange planet and studied gravity levels, the big bang, and light travel. My favourite is light travel, did you know that if you throw an apple at light speed, its the same speed of light right? And that apple would not have a reflection, cause that light doesn't go fast enough to get to the Glass and bounce off to cause reflection. The apple passes by a mirror, what do you see? An apple. That is strange, somehow the light out sped its own speed to show the apple's reflection. The world is crazy, and that's my favourite part. To me, I want to be a world scientist after discovering everything weird in the world. Though I am only 8, I have gone through every text book and non-fiction books in my small towns library. I love to explore the world, and one day I might. My favourite book is hitch hiker's guide to the galaxy, amazing book!read it sometime won't you? But there is something i hate about earth, humans. They go around and pollute or earth and if they don't realize soon, the world will be over. Humans though, they don't see it until its too late. The world will end, And its my mission to stop them,
Extra 1: art
Extra 2: His dreams?

[Downn]

Username:
Downn
Name:
Colorado
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
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Wip <3

[Bittertiffany]

Username:
Companion cubes
Name:
Anima
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
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[pep]

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username➢ d.o
hello. my username is d.o and i am the current owner of one bean, mister embrial kingsley. i've caught the bean fever lately and i'm trying out for several beans, especially since i was devastated over the loss of a beautiful bean whose form took me at least an hour to complete. so, here i am now, trying out for this beauty and hoping for the best. i hope this form is to the reader's liking!

name➢ Jean
there's really no extra meaning behind this bean's name. i was in the mood to try out with calling a bean after one of the characters from the anime shingeki no kyojin, and since i have an infatuation with the character jean kirschtein, i decided this pretty boy would receive his name. jean is pronounced similarly to the name john, but with a soft 'j' on the beginning. the pronounciation in french is ʒɑ̃. in hebrew, the name means 'gift from god'. as said before, there really wasn't a reason i chose this name other than the fact it was one of my favorite character's names, but i really do believe the name fits this little guy.

gender➢ Male
at first i had complimented making jean agender, meaning he doesn't really prefer either gender title, but considering i saw him as male right at first, i believe that the simple gender of male will fit him. though he feels a certain pull towards the female gender and would rather wear satin and cutesy clothing, he is content with his gender and is not interested in changing it. he would find too much trouble with it considering his blindness, and it's best for things to be as simple as they can be with him.

personality➢ Introverted, worrisome, affectionate, doesn't trust easily, timid about his surroundings.
speaking up is a harder idea for young jean. he often doesn't know what to say, and it will often take him quite a while to actually decide what to say. he may think rashly at times, and strange words may arise from his lips, but usually he will take the time to avoid outbursts as they are rather unnecessary, he feels. he doesn't want to draw attention to himself, either. due to issues in the past, he cannot trust others as well as he used to. as an even younger bean, jean would run around and make friends with anyone he could, and only be shrugged off because of his inability to see. when humiliated greatly a few times, he decided it was time to stop, and quietly allowed himself to resume his daily life but without being so extroverted and open to others. he'd used to spill out his secrets, but now telling anyone anything about him is quite frankly nerve-wracking. he can't keep secrets, either, in fear that he'll let them spill by accident. he worries too much about others, which isn't necessarily a good thing. sometimes he comes off as clingy, which is the thing he doesn't want to come off as. he's afraid he'll grow too attached to others and they'll grow too attached to him, and then he'll disappoint them with his disability. considering he is blind, he definitely has a right to be nervous about what is around him. he hardly knows what's happening and has to keep a paw on whoever is beside him or keep his grasp on his walking stick at all times. with his darker eyes, his disability is a little misleading and not expected, but seeing the cloudy look in his eyes and the way he never looks up, nor down, just moves his head towards the sounds others speak, it is pretty obvious from there. though that bit of his personality was a bit depressing, don't let that confuse you in any way. if jean is fond of someone, he's affectionate and loving, and will always want attention. it can be a little overwhelming, but it's all worth it in the end to befriend him, as he won't hesitate to stay by their side forever.
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the world in jean's perspective➢ "Being blind gives me a rough time."
additional information

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extras will lay beyond here

[Doodles]

Username: Doodles
Name: Kodiak
Gender: Male
Personality: Kodiak is generally a very happy child, he loved to run around and just generally smile. Kodiak, loves very simple things in life. His Mother, Mac-N-Cheese, and his box of colors. Most kids his age love Gameboys or playing toss with their Fathers, but Kodiak prefers a box of crayons an drawing. He likes learning new things, but can be very lazy at times. He doesn't like to do things a whole lot, and sometimes is very lazy about talking. He loves talking, but at the same time here are times when he's just too lazy to form words to form a conversation.
Kodiak is a very gullible little boy, he believes a lot of what people say and tell him. Believing that nobody lies, and nobody tells something different from anything but the truth. Which can sometimes cause him to be very confused when he is told one thing, then another. Especially from people close to him, as he believes nobody lies. However, it's more of a 'lying to himself' sort of gullible attitude, as he knows deep down people can and do lie. Kodiak is very open-minded, he likes to believe every has very true and 'pure' intentions, and tries to let those hose hurt him make an example of their own personality and human-ways, rather than just everyone being mean and evil.



Story/Memory/Background/'The world from my perspective':
Kodiak giggled fondly, looking at his mother with wide open eyes. He'd always been very open about the world, especially being a young child. He loved waking up to his mothers face and a box of crayons every single day, though today was a new occasion. School was going to be starting after a long and joyful summer. His first year of Kindergarten was going to be much different from Pre-K. No more naps and learning his ABC's. Now he would learn words, and how to read, and 123's. He wasn't the most excited, considering he wasn't going to be at home with his mother anymore. He was going to be at school with lots of other kids around him to interact with. Strapping on his backpack he marched up to the car, a small prideful smile on his face. his Mother's hand on his shoulders, looking down at him fondly as they walked. Smiling up at the blue-grey sky and the white clouds, he smiled bigger. He was going to enjoy school, a big playground and a bunch of kids. He would miss his Mother, but maybe when he got to school he would see more than just plastic on couches and his Mother constantly reminding him because he was 'different' there was a need to be 'aware', though he was never sure what she meant most of the time. He just nodded his head and acted like he cared.
Kodiak could feel the tires halt softly, his Mother nodding her head. The pick-up line, which was basically a line where cars drove up and dropped their children off. His Mother would likely head off to work as she did everyday, leaving Dad home alone until he got out at around 2:00pm. His Mother was never home until 6:00pm so he would have all day to play around with his Father until she came to tuck him into bed and wish him a good night. Jumping out of the car he waved a good bye to his Mother and ran into the school, his little bottom almost wiggling with excitement. Maybe there would be new children from last year, maybe not.
His feet stopped inside, unsure of which hallway to take to get to where he needed to go. He noticed big kids going down one hallway, and almost immodestly figured he was going to be going to be in the opposite series of hallways. They always kept the older children away from the younger ones, for their 'safety', again the word his mother users. He looked at the drawing on the wall, to his left. It was beautiful it really was. Children around the world, literally, holding one another's hands. Their feet touching a blackish and grey circle. He smiled at it, moving forward to put his hand on it. A hand quickly formed on his shoulder, his head snapping around very frightened. A woman, who looked very young and very pretty smiled at him. "You must be Kodiak, your Mother told me you would be the little wolfish colored boy with a red backpack?" He didn't know most of what she was saying, but the red she was talking about confused him. He had a grey backpack, not a red one. "My bag is grey miss.." he began, he hands seemed to clasp over her mouth in shock. Shaking her head she hurriedly pushing him along to a classroom. "Sorry I forgot about your condition Kodiak, I hope you can forgive me." Again, there were words he didn't understand. He was too lazy to ask her what it meant though, he wanted to see the other children and what they looked like. So far everything had been different shades of colors, and he was hoping he would find something that was a bright enough blue or yellow, that he could see it in it's actual color. As soon as he walked into the room, the teacher's aid took his bag and put it in the cubbies with the others. He shook the man's hand, "H-hi" he said looking up at him, he could see a faint blue, and grey/white colors on him. "I'm Brennan, i'm just helping out you today. Just for today." he said, shaking his hand back. He looked like he was a high schooler or a lot older. Nodding he bounced off to greet the rest of his classmates.
They all seemed to be very nice and kind, except for one kid who just liked to whine and complain and make the teacher pay attention to him. He seemed like a greedy little boy. Nobody paid much attention to him until the boy, Brennan called him a bad apple, like an apple gone sour. He knew that apples, when they got brown on them tasted bad. His Mother had told him many times you had to throw them out, though he had tried putting them in sunlight to get better; but they just got worse. Pulling on teachers shirt he asked her, "Are you going to throw the bad apple out?" He asked with concern in his voice. He never knew you could throw children away, would that mean his Mother would throw him out if he was bad? Shaking her head and laughing she shook her head no, and paying no more attention to Kodiak. Pouting for a bid he stumbled off to talk to other children, though was quickly redirected to sit down in a chair.
They were supposed to be drawing something in the room they wanted to learn more about, whatever they wanted to draw was fine with her. His eyes dazed around the room, searching for something interesting to draw. He had wanted to draw something that had been a bright blue or yellow, but nothing was in the room that was such. Maybe they didn't like blue's or yellow's at this school. Shrugging his shoulders he noticed a dusty grey square object, known as a lunchbox on top of a table. It was next to pale black colored little girl who wore greyish freckles on her face. He fluffy cheeks puffed out as she drew an almost white colored duck on her paper, the one on the door. Giggling he began drawing her lunchbox, making a roughly shaped rectangle on the paper, he drew a smaller one on the inside of it. The lunchbox has a drawing on it, that was a black colored smiley face. He drew that in there too. Bouncing up in down in joy he pulled three crayons out of his pocket, one grey, one black, and one white. He put the white one away and used the black one to trace the smiley face over until he saw a bold black color. Then he used the grey color to messily color in the outline of the rectangle grey. He beamed proudly down at his drawing, waving it around in the air for the teacher to come look at. "Miss I finished!"[b] he shouted with joy as she walked up to him, smiling down at his. [b]"Share it with the class, so they can see what you drew." He nodded, and quickly ran up to the front of the class. He faced the drawing out to the class, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet. "I drew the girl with the freckles lunchbox! Don't it look just like it?" he asked, his face large and warm with pride. He heard an eruption of laughed as soon as he uttered the words. He wasn't sure why, but he felt deeply sad. He didn't feel like crying, but he felt as though the children were laughing at him, like his Dad did at the silly men on T.V when they played jokes on each other. He sniffled, muttering for them to stop. The teacher gasped, almost like the lady in the hall had when he has first come to school. She shushed the class immediately, telling them they wouldn't get milk and a snack later if they didn't hush up. He sad down, an unhappy grim look on his face as the teacher began to explain to the children he 'special' and 'different'. Some of the kids looked confused, so she had to re-explain it to them once more. "Kodiak isn't like all of you, he can't see the color pink or red, he can only see black and grey and white. Sometimes he can see blue or yellow, but not very much. So to him, Kamal Lilia, he saw your lunchbox as he drew it." She continued to scold the children on how laughing at what they think is a mistake is wrong, and they shouldn't do it. The girl hung her head in shame, like she was just slapped by her Mother for taking the last cookie in a cookie jar.
Kodiak went through the rest of his day in peace, smiling as he drew or learned that the number two and three made the number five. He went home tired out, not even awake enough to wait for his Mother to return home. He asked his Father to make him Mac-n-cheese, and then bounced off to bed. He wasn't awoken at all, and instead he dreamt of brightly colored blue and yellow colors surrounding him, making him feel happy inside. He caught a glimpse of another color, it replaced the ugly dark grey color he usually saw on leaves, though he wasn't sure what it was called, and it quickly disappeared out of sight from himself.