Chapter 2 - - Ep 01: Colorless Emotions (1/2)
Black's POV
It's been four years since I lost my mom. My aunt offered to take care of me, and I started living with her. It's been really nice, honestly. Her warm colors have been a nice change of pace from the cool colors my parents had.
I've never introduced myself, have I? My name is Black. I'm currently 17 years old, and today I'm starting my first day of senior high school. My aunt enrolled me in one of the most expensive art schools even though I told her I was alright with going to a normal academy.
She found out that I love painting when we were getting my things from our old house. She opened my closet and saw a bunch of the works I had throughout my life. Painting was my only escape from this colorless world. I loved the combinations of different colors, and the different meanings each painting can represent. My dad was a painter himself, and I was overjoyed when he asked if I wanted to try it too. Now, I just continue painting because it's something I don't wanna let go. It's the only thing I've got left of my dad. My aunt wanted to support me, and I'm really thankful to her for it.
After fixing my room, I ran downstairs and caught my aunt cooking pancakes for breakfast. She always enjoyed cooking them. She loves doing different shapes and making unique flavors, though I have to admit, not every unique flavor is good.
”Black, what are you doing just standing there? Come down here and eat before the pancakes get cold.” She said as she gestured for me to come down. ”Today I made honey and mango pancakes. I hope you enjoy it.”
”Sorry, Aunt Autumn. I'm coming.” I replied as I continued to run downstairs.
I took a seat and looked at the pancakes for a second. The honey was oozing down on the mangoes. It looked really delicious, but also overly sweet.
”Stop staring at the pancakes and eat them.” My aunt scolded me.
”Oh, sorry.” I replied as I took a bite. It was excessively sweet, but still delicious. It was better than the ones she made last time. I still can't take the taste of sardines out of my mouth.
”Are you excited for your first day?” She asked rather happily. If I were to describe her, I'd say she looks like the typical mom you'd see in the old movies. She had her auburn hair up in that specific hairstyle that you would see in that movie, ”Hairspray”. She was wearing a light peach duster and a sky blue apron with frills over it. She was also wearing those pink fluffy bunny slippers that you could find at the kids section of department stores.
”Not really...” I softly replied.
”What's wrong, honey?” She asked as she sat down on the chair in front of me.
”I just... I don't know if I can make any friends. They might hate me for being like this...”
”Being what?” She asked as she ruffled my hair. ”An awesome painter?” She chuckled as she stood up to go back to what she was doing.
”Thanks, Aunt Autumn. I feel better now.”