You know, I'm not sure why my mom transfered me, she said it was for a good reason, but exactly what?
My name is zoria, and for as long as I can remember, I can see things. Not regular things, but I call them, the good in people.
I'm not really sure how to explain it, but, every person has a different color, each color represents the good in them.
Over the years I've only counted three colors
Green=Good
Red=Very little good
yellow=In between
The most common is red, obviously, or sometimes yellow.
Being able to see this is an advantage for me, I know which people to hang out with, and which people to stay away from.
It's pretty cool, but sometimes things can get confusing.