Colors

I hear whispers as I walk through the hallway filled with students. I feel anxiety settle in me. Most of them don't notice me but others do. I catch some of the whispers.Is she new?Look how short her skirt is!She looks like a nerd.Yeah, a cute nerd.I look down as I walk, letting my long blonde hair cover my face. Talk about being judged, no one likes it. I am searching for the reception and I have no idea where it is. However, I bump into someone causing their papers to scatter on the floor.Not again.I look to find a girl picking the papers. I help her, unlike the guy from yesterday. "I'm really sorry," I say with a small apologetic smile once all the papers are collected."No no, it's okay," she says. "Are you new? I haven't seen you around.""Yeah, I'm Venus. What's your name?" I ask hoping to make a new friend. I am going to need someone if I want to surv

Painting nature sounded boring to everyone and they groaned the minute Mrs. Lee said we had to paint something related to nature. But I believe it depends on ourselves, it just needs a slight change of perspective. I didn't think painting nature was boring.Or maybe, painting never bored me. Whether it was a basket of fruits or some human model, I loved painting. However, I always failed to convey my feelings into it. I struggle to chose between an ocean and a forest. I look around me, there were plentiful of greens so I decide to go with the ocean. I love bright paintings that bring happiness. The world is difficult and depressing as it is, why make it more depressing? It was the same reason I didn't enjoy sad endings- movie or books, neither.Once I was done painting my ocean, I look at it, taking a few steps back. It missed something. I don't understand, I gave my everything to it. It sure looked happy but it missed somethi