24 June 2012
I stare at the others, feeling the tension rising. No one wants to be here, there should be elsewhere, having fun. Or crying, in the case of Blue. The table is circular, and split into different colours, each section symbolising a person. Red, Pink, Green, Yellow, White, Blue, Purple and me, Orange. I sit down, waiting for the others to do the same. Yellow giggles, dancing round the table, her young tanned face freckled, her short blonde hair tied in bunches. She pokes Purple then runs off, grinning wildly. Purple glares, then goes back to sulking, twisting her long dark round her finger repetitively, violet eyes cast downwards. I smile, heart literally glowing, my ginger locks bouncing up and down. White holds Yellow in an embrace, greying hair swept up into a bun. I see her as a mother, full of love for everyone, always there and always calm in a crisis. She lifts Yellow up, and she shrieks in glee. I glance over where Green and Blue are engaging in a dramatic conversation, and from what I can hear, it is about the environment. Green is gesturing wildly, talking quickly about a subject that she is obsessed over. Her emerald eyes shimmer, like the butterflies in her mint green curls. Blue responds feebly, tears streaming down her pale face. Obviously, something has upset her. I giggle slightly when I remember that everything upsets Blue. Unlike me, she cries at every possible opportunity, whereas I have spent most of my life laughing. Pink sit opposite me, eyes glassy as she stares into space. She mutters something under her breath, about her true love and how much she loves him. Bubblegum pink hair falls to her shoulders, surrounding her pale face. I chuckle, Pink is lovestruck. Again. Red storms into the circular room, her teeth bared in another angry rage. She shouts then sits down, stamping as loudly as she can. Her red hair is short and spiked, reflecting her fiery personality. She shouts again and everyone scurries to their seats. I laugh, then stop when I realise everyone is staring at me. White clears her throat then begins; "Well, now that everyone is present," Saying this, she looks at Red, who glares back. "I would like to welcome you all to the 13th annual meeting of the colours."
This is how I imagine the colours as people! Just out of curiosity, who do you think you are most like? I think I would be Green.
The 13th Annual Meeting Of The Colours • Opuss № I