Description
The world isn't just black and white, It's colourful. Sometimes you just need to open your eyes and discover all the colours. A story of how two very different boys with their own unique art style, meet over an art competition, which doesn't go quite as planned. ***************************************************** "So, what's your piece about then?" I asked the jet black-haired boy, as he finished eating his rather dry-looking sandwich. He looked up at me, with eyes saying; 'did you seriously just ask that?', like I had asked about his deepest secret, or something very private. Maybe I had, though? I had really just been trying to start a conversation. Art was a form of self expressionism, and a language without words. I learned that in art class years ago, but never really thought about it that much. Maybe this weird black-haired boy felt the same way about art as I did? I still had a lot to learn about art. And people. I was probably better off apologising. "Sorry, I didn't-" "I'm not telling you," he interrupted me, lifting himself up from the ground, and hurrying off behind one the high-rised buildings. "Just trying to make friends, Mr. Mysterious-black-haired-boy!" I shouted after him, laughing at the nickname I had just given him. ***************************************************** Content / Trigger warnings : - Alcohol - Blood - Bullying - Cigarettes/smoking - Drugs -Homophobia - Mental illnesses - Mention of toxic relationships - Racism - Strong / hard language, swear words - Transphobia - Violence
① Friends
