Banana Cream
xxxxxEach person has a color to me. My eyes can perceive into a world of feelings expressed as an ever-changing rainbow. My classes are filled with dull brown or exuberant green. The couples in the halls are surrounded in a billowing pink nimbus. Cheery yellow bubbles from between friends as they talk, and angry scarlet sparks between enemies. One person, however, has caught my attention more than the sickly green of a jealous boyfriend or the deep blue of a stressed student.
xxxxxShe was beautiful, in her own way. Her color was always a shade of quietly cheerful yellow. I was always surprised to see her constant banana cream amidst the kaleidoscopic colors of the hall. Her color seemed to spread to those she encountered, but she also seemed to hold herself back. I want to get close to this bright girl, but how? She doesn’t seem to push away the others and their colors, but she doesn’t seem to actively welcome new colors in a regular routine. Maybe after school, I could try joining her in the emptying halls.
xxxxxI want to find the truth behind this girl’s changing colors. It is strange, the difference between her banana cream yellow and the color she turns when she thinks no-one is looking. How can someone with such a regularly bright color bleed into so dark a silver as to be an abyss all her previous color trips into? I tried, once, to approach the Banana Cream girl during lunch at one time this week. Her color had tripped into that silver when she noticed my approach. The banana cream struggled back to the crest of that abyss with some success. Now that I was close, I could see that her characteristic color was simply a little that reflected around the whole color, covering the silver like a thin cloak. I was no longer surprised that it rubbed off on others’ colors, and the realization made me wonder what other people hid under their cloaks.
xxxxxCould the yellow bubbles between friends hide a passionate pomegranate? Did the pink nimbus cloud over a dark need for attention?
((A/N: So, I was looking for a thing and found this in some old dusty files. Thought you might enjoy it. From what I remember, this was from a time when I was obsessed with color psychology and wondering what color I could be. Not sure what all these colors represent anymore, but I'm sure I found them somewhere. Anywho, I suppose I could try and follow the narrator as they get close to the Banana Cream girl, but I'm not sure I'll come back to this. Hope you liked it >^.^<