Blue to Black
Chapter1 - The meeting
I’ve always been in blue, it matches the color of my eyes.
People say it’s weird but I don’t care. It’s only been a short while since I left the mountains were I used to live. It was three months since I moved to the city. I live near the art museum of the city. And there was when I met the color of the clothes I wear.
SO I was walking in front of the museum to get to the building I worked at. I am a model for the fashion world ever since I turned 16.
And I bumped into some body and I feel into a strange darkness.
And then everything went black.
Above me were white ceiling and a aggravating pain in the back of my head. It was a hospital; I sat up wondering “What in the world happened?”
I looked to the side there was a man there standing. He was wearing black skinny jeans, with multicolored paint blotches on the which made it look like Joseph’s Coat Many Colors.
“Are you okay?” he asked looking worried.
“Fine.” I patted my head.
I looked over at the man “What happened?” I asked, there surely had to be an explanation.
He thought about it “You almost got ran over by a car.”
“Oh” I sighed, it’s not like that happens every day.
“I bumped into you so it’s my fault really.”
“Not like it matters really.” I smiled even my head hurted like if it had survived a bombardment
“But, you tripped” And he stared at my new Prada high heels and laughed.
I joined in, it was funny, a model tripping in high heels.
He smiled “So, you’re new to the modeling business. I see.”
“Yup” I was one of the newest people there. “I just moved here.” I smiled.
“Cool”
“I guess that you are an artist.:
“Yes I am. What gave it away?”
I pointed at his paint covered pants, “Your pants” I laughed, like that wasn’t obvious enough.
Too be continued…
 R e a n C a r n a · Mon Jul 14, 2008 @ 03:45am · 1 Comments |
