Wait For What Happens After The Rain

            Red was never an ambitious person. He always stuck to himself, never interacting much with the other colors surrounding him. But Red was sweet. He was kind-hearted and only wanted the best for all. One day, Red was walking home from school. It was a rainy day so the walk seemed a bit longer than usual. Before Red began to turn down his street, he caught Orange sitting on a bench out of the corner of his eye. He thought nothing of it until he heard her sobs through the rain pounding against the concrete. Red wanted to help her. He walked over there, but before he could get one single word out, Orange spoke up, “I don’t want your help.” Now Orange was a very independent color yet had many friends, so when she said this Red was not surprised. Red continued cautiously, saying, “What’s wrong Orange? I only want to help.” But Orange still sat there with her head hung low. “I want to show you something,” Red said, “Something that will blow your mind. I promise.” Red extended his hand to Orange. Before reaching out, Orange sheepishly looked up to Red, then grabbed a hold. 

It was still raining, so both Red and Orange became drenched. “This is a perfect day for me to show you this, Orange,” Red said excitedly. But Orange did not agree, she despised the rain (which happened to be the reason she was crying before). “How could rain ever be perfect for anything? I hate it,” Orange stated. Red tried to convince her saying, “It’s more of what comes after the rain. I promise you, Orange. This is one of the most fantastic things I’ve ever been a part of. And I think you’re just what we’re looking for.” The rain started getting lighter and lighter so Red grabbed a hold of Orange’s arm and yanked her ahead in a hurry. Once they’d arrived at Red’s house, which was right outside of town, Orange was stunned to see all the other colors there. She had known how shy Red was, but to see him interacting with so many people at once intrigued her. Orange, the independent color she was, introduced herself in a high manner. Everyone was welcoming and they all sat around waiting for something. Orange was not sure but something Red had said really stuck with her. “It’s more of what comes after the rain,” she thought to herself. What was it? Why did they need me? 

As the rain was about to cease and the sun started to peek through the dark and heavy rain clouds, Red pulled everyone outside, yelling, “It’s almost time everyone! Get into your places!” Red told Orange to stand next to him and on her other side stood Yellow, then Green, then Blue, Indigo, and finally, Violet. As confused as Orange was, she was ready to see what was finally going to happen. The sun fully came out from behind its shade, shining on all the colors that were standing in Red’s backyard. Suddenly, a burst of color lined the sky, starting from Red’s backyard and ending who knows where. “We call it a Rainbow,” Red whispered to Orange. She was completely stunned. “That’s absolutely beautiful,” Orange thought to herself. As the Rainbow continued on, you could almost hear a collective “Wow!” from the whole city. Red was right, this truly did blow Orange’s mind. And after that day, every time it rained, the whole group would gather again to create something so spectacular everyone could enjoy it, even Orange. 

~S. Weenie

The Royals

 The Royals

We are endowed with the beauty of colors

From Icy Frost to the Bold Blaze

Each shades of blue tell an unknown story

Azure is defined as the beauty of the sky on a clear day

Baby Blue is the peace found within azure, defining new life

Carolina Blue is flawless with thinking and mental focus

Cornflower brings a sense of tranquility and calmness

Cyan is the protector of water in lagoons, bringing relaxation with each wave

Light Blue carries the trust and reliability of the shades

Navy is ruler of the dark bringing stability and unity in the night

Sapphire is the leader binding the shades with wisdom and royalty

Together these are the royals, They carry the legacy of Blue 

The Greek founder that ruled the skies and oceans giving serenity to our eyes

By: Essie

Coloring a story (purple)

Night with a friend

The pretty purple sunset

As we sit smelling the lilacs and orchids

Picking plums and grapes

Drinking wine

Cooking eggplants

Making jam

With Heather

Enjoying the beautiful night with a friend

    -t swifty

Red and Blue

     A bright red light flashed through the sky. A burning sensation flooded through his knuckles as his fist made contact with a brick-colored wall. It wasn’t fair. He tried his best to block out the pair’s giggles, but it was no use. “Stupid,” he sputtered to himself. Another blow to the wall. His face felt hot. “So stupid.” His wounded hand hit the brick once again. None of this was fair, this wasn’t what was supposed to happen. She had promised. Another hit. She promised. He removed his hand from the stone wall, examining it carelessly. Dark bruises and torn bloody scrapes were scattered across his peach-colored skin. Red took in a breath, wiping his eyes. 

    He leaned against the wall, sitting down and bringing his knees to his chest. Their laughter continued to linger in his ears. Red looked at his hand, watching as dark crimson blood dripped from his knuckles. The blood would have been orange if it wasn’t for him. Red wouldn’t even have punched the wall if it wasn't for him. Red would have been dancing with Yellow, watching as their pigments mixed into a bright sunset orange. But no, Yellow had chosen Green. She had laid in Green’s arms as Red watched their pigments shift to lime. Red sighed, finally getting his breathing back to a regular pace. Maybe it was for the best. He remembered Yellow’s face. How happy she looked. How happy both of them had looked. She deserved this. She deserved to be happy. Red knew that the two of them were meant to be together. He couldn’t take that away from them.

    Red continued to stare at his hand. But when was it his turn to find love? Everyone he had ever been close with has already found their match. Why hadn’t he found his yet? He placed his head in his hands, ignoring the painful stinging. He imagined them. He imagined what color they would become together. There were so many possibilities. But they were never going to happen, he just knew it. He exhaled, wiping his eyes once more. His pigment had darkened into a wine red. He wasn’t the bright candy red he had been before, no, that red was dead and gone. He was alone. Alone with his whole life ahead of him. He pulled his knees closer to his body, hiding his face from the rest of the world. 

His cherry-colored eyes opened as he was awoken from his temporary sleep. He had heard something. Slowly, he got up but froze as everything around him was pitch black. Red put his hands in front of his face, he could feel them but there was no indication that they were even there, it was too dark. His body tensed as panic set in. Had he died in his sleep? Was this what hell is like? Cold, empty, and alone. Just like he felt. Red’s ears perked up as he heard another sound, identical to what had awoken him. It was a quiet sniffle. He felt around recognizing the wall. He listened close, slowly making his way closer and closer to almost inaudible breaths. His hands wrapped around the non-visible corner of the wall and peeked behind it. There was a boy, sitting in the same position that Red had been sitting.

    The anonymous boy was a dark midnight blue, barely being visible in the surrounding darkness. Red hesitantly walked closer, being extremely cautious. He didn’t want to scare him. He looked so fragile. “Hey,” Red whispered, slowly stepping closer. The other boy looked up, his eyes were a bright electric blue, he had sapphire-colored tears rolling down his cheeks. “Hi,” the boy squeaked, voice cracking. Red frowned, he wanted so much to hug the boy. “Do you know where we are?” Red questioned, crouching down to the boy’s level to not seem as intimidating. The boy shook his head. The two sat in silence for a little while before the blue boy spoke up. “I just remember feeling so,” the boy looked at the nonexistent ground. “Alone and scared.” He finished, chewing on a piece of his hair. 

    Alone. That was exactly how Red had felt. Maybe he wasn’t alone. No, this- this boy right here was proof. He wasn’t alone. “What’s your name?” Red asked, standing back up. The boy looked hesitant, pushing his bangs out of his face. “Um, Royal.” the boy, Royal, answered. “Royal Blue.” Red smiled, extending his hand. “I’m Red, Red Berry.” Royal returned the smile, a powder blue blush forming on his face. At a slow pace, he lifted his hand, gently placing it in Red’s hand. Red pulled, helping Royal onto his feet. A fluttery feeling passed through both boys as they stood next to each other, still hand in hand. The two watched as the darkness around them faded, being replaced with a dark purple sky speckled with lilac stars. Their eyes met once again and both let out audible gasps. Royal’s dark blue began to lighten into a soft violet color. Red watched as his arm began to change color as well. His normal wine red pigment had become a dark magenta. 

    The two looked at each other in disbelief. Everything around them had faded into purple shades. The sidewalks were a cloudy mauve, the brick walls had changed into the colors of a plum. Even the moon straight above them seemed to have a calming lavender hue. The world seemed so much brighter now. The two of them had a purpose, the two of them mattered. The two of them had each other. And that’s all they would need. 

-Allitini

Greatful

I am greatful for a lot of people but I'm mostly greatful for my mom. My mom has been through a lot in her life time. She has taught me to be strong and how to be myself, and to be brave to. When she got cancer for the first time I thought she was not going to live. It was hard not seeing my mom the summer due to her radiation and chemo treatments my mom went through. I remember she would always tell me to always have faith. Everything that I would sit by the door to talk to her I felt as if she was lonely but I could not go in. After all the four battles of cancer my mom is such a strong, kind hearted person, that thrived to put peoples needs before her's. As she is five years cancer free she is such an inspiration to many people. My mom loves to teach kids and she always loves telling me about what her kids did to make her laugh.


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Yellow

Butter is happy, confident, and smooth,

With a smile that lights up a room within seconds.

His best friend is shy and reserved, Banana, who makes healthy living choices.

Banana is the happiest in his own room, alone with his thoughts.

Flaxen is dry and bland, with a sense of humor only she can understand.

She is a jokester, although most of her jokes don’t fulfill their purpose.

Her boyfriend, Dijon, is spicy and fiery, with a bad side.

He is rebellious and adventurous in his own right.

Pineapple is sweet and caring, a lover of all things.

She is a volunteer in her community and helps to make the world a better place.

Her mother, Honey, is the epitome of a great mother.

She is an amazing cook and can find anything that is lost.

Dandelion is a wild child, with a free spirit and mind.

He lives his life in perfect harmony, at peace with nature and the world.

Tuscan Sun is a normal individual, intelligent and kind.

He works his best to make everyone happy, and he is a very inclusive individual.

Blonde is popular and makes Tuscan Sun feel bad about himself.

She takes her insecurities and puts them all on Tuscan Sun.

She is ruthless and does not end her horrible torment.

Shades of yellow all interact and exist together, but their personalities are each unique.