The town of East Ranch is a very boring town with very blan people. Then one day a family moves in and inspires Parker to do somthing he never imagined.

The room was plain beige with an empty desk, one window and the bed solid.
The wood flooring cold, I dragged my feet across the room and into the bathroom and pushed myself to take a shower.
I got dressed and made my way done stairs. I ate my corn flakes as always and got into the car.
The drive was long passing each building by, each looking like the other.
   I had finally made it across town to the old school.
I parked my car into the lot and looked up at the sky, the clouds looked grey and started to form circles.
I ran to the building as it started to sprinkle. The bell rang just as I was at the doorway of my class. I took a seat in the back and watched as others took seats as well.
I looked around the class everything looking the same. I glanced at each student, nothing standing out. The teacher began to pour out information the class was long and I slowly began to drift away.
“Parker!”
I looked up confused as Miss Tree was standing at the foot of my desk she was a tall women with a long face and a slender nose. She handed me a stack of papers

“If you’re going to stare at your desk you might as well take these to the principals office”
I staggered to get out of my desk as I made my way to the door. The hallways where poorly lit and the walls painted eggshell white. I made it through the main office a small room located in front of the school.

“Hey you”
I looked around. And sitting in a chair was a mole looking women she was very plump and she had her finger pointed at me. I slowly made my way to her desk.

“I need you to show a new student around”
I looked down at my papers and began to mumble. She looked at me with a flash of disgust.

“Here give me your papers, just sit down and wait for her”

I took the seat nearest to the door and waited, we never get new students. I heard laughter in the next room; laughter is not something you hear often here. I stood up, curious and made my way to the next room I see the mole women giggling like a child she straightens up as soon as she sees me.

“ Hmm…here is are new student make sure you do a good job of showing her around”

I looked around confused because I hadn’t noticed her before. She was wearing a tie die shirt with floral shorts and was blond with tan skin. She to had a smile on her face.

“Hi, my names Parris”
  We walked in silence but I couldn’t help but keep glancing at her. SHE WAS DIFFERENT the three words that where running through my mind. She didn’t look like anyone here but I couldn’t figure why. I took her to each class saying fewer words each time.
I was finally finished as I dropped her off at her last class. She gave me a wide smile and thanked me.

. School ended early and I walked to the parking lot keeping to myself. I went around the lot looking for my car each looking identical. But I decided to walk home. I started to feel sick. I walked to the front of the school the sky was still a gloomy grey. I crossed the street with the rest of the students who began to cross in clumps. I looked ahead and noticed a familiar tie die shirt. She strolled away from the crowds the sky above her began to clear up and I began to feel better. She moved flawlessly and I couldn’t help but follow, she was fast.

Ahead I noticed a house. She made her way towards the door of the house. It had an unusual placement of windows.
I couldn’t help but look through one of the windows I peeked through gripping the windows ledge and saw a small bedroom.
The walls where painted a baby pink with two beds and tons of pictures posted on the walls. I have never seen a room so unique.

I walked the rest of the way home. The house seemed to be less cold than usual. I went to my bedroom and sat on the bed looking around.
Why was my room so plain, why was everything in are town so alike.
I ran down to the attic. I turned on my flashlight looking into the dark for paint I stored when we moved in. my parents seemed to put every unused item in the attic.

But I couldn’t ask them now. They where still on their trip. I
Went back upstairs and grabbed the keys to the car I guess I will have to buy some.

I went to local tool store and went to the counter

“Hi, do you sell paint”

A greasy looking man looked up
“Of course we have paint, come with me”
He made his way to the back of store as I followed him.

“Your welcome”
He said not giving me a chance to say thank you.
I gave him a small nod and looked at there tiny selection.
I whispered each paint colors name out loud.

“Eggshell white, beige, tan, mud green”

I looked disappointed at each can.
Don’t they have anything with a little more color I thought to myself?
I heard a giggle behind me.

“You want something with a little more color don’t you?”

I turned around surprised
It was an old man with kind looking eyes

“How did you know?” I asked
He had a big grin on his face. He handed me a card with an address on it and disappeared before I could ask more questions.

TO BE CONTINUED