colors

stand up for your uniqueness my mother always told me but in truth that just meant to be like everyone else I grew up with no friends except for hero my pet giraffe- puppy sounds kinda weird but if you lived where I was you'd understand . you see a hundred years ago the world was hit with a chemical blast millions of people died And the survivors were given abilities these abilities were sorted by color and when you were eighteen you would be given that color then if you were bodily able you'd go to a.t.c (abilities training camp ) where you would train your abilities to their strongest until you could fight the "defects " see some of the survivors couldn't handle their abilities so they transformed into twisted creatures that would kill anything they saw as a threat including us as a result thousands died trying to fight them off . and soon I'll be eighteen soon I'll have to fight them soon I'll be one of those thousands (p.s this story isn't a very violent one although it may contain some pretty bloody scenes .)