I smiled. A genuine smile. The art room, my time of peace. It was my sanctuary, my escape from the cruel world. Where I could be free. It was mine and my alone, well after school hours. The art room was where no one would disturb me, find me. Or so I thought.
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"Trees aren't blue."
Those words had shocked me. Who was this person that ruined my solitude. I could have told them to get out, whoever they were. All I wanted to do was paint, paint in peace. Yet I responded differently.
"So?"
"You can't just-"
"Watch me." I interrupted, by now I figured out this voice belonged to a girl.
The footsteps leading away from me lead me to believe the girl was gone. I knew what blue looked like, I knew what trees looked like it has been a long time since I've seen them, and I knew it was different from the blackness I see.
After all, I was and always will be blind.
"Trees aren't blue."
I had to smile at that, that girl believed trees were green. Yet has she not seen fall. The leaves turn orange so why can't trees be blue. So trees being green is not the case. Trees were what ever color I believed a tree to be.
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Might as well say the sky is yellow.
After all, mom sometimes told me it was.