I have a blue house with a blue window
Blue is the colour of all that I wear
Blue are the streets and
all the trees are too
I have a friend and she is so blue
Faouzia: remake of Blue
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ミ★ ミ★ I live in a blue house with a blue fence and a dark blue front door. Our windows are blue and so are most of our walls. Something about the shades of blue my grandmother finds fascinating, and I am growing to like it too. Blue. It is only one color but it can mean so many things, opposite things. There is a happy blue, like when the sky is clear and the sun is up. It is the warmth that is spread on your skin, you feel it in your arms and it just goes straight to your heart. But there is the sad blue, when you feel blue.
My name is Lorraine Goldberg; I am seventeen years old and today is my first day in senior year. Technically I am the new girl. I moved to Secret Valley, Virginia only this summer; my grandmother lives here and I thought it would be a good idea to move here too. It is not that I disliked living with my mother, I love her, but she also needs to have a better life, or maybe just a different life. My mother has always been so dedicated and fiercely loyal to me that she removed all the possibilities of her having a separate life. It was hard and painful to move for both of us, but after she had met David, it became easier. He showed her that she could still have a life away from me.
I wouldn't call myself special, but I think I can use the word different. It has always been clear to me that the way I see the world is different from how everybody else sees it. It is similar to being color blind, you are not actually blind but you see different shades or colors from what others see. Maybe this is the best way to describe me, so it wouldn't be strange to say that I am not much of a social butterfly, which is why I am pretty much nervous right now. Driving to school was a very short affair, ten minutes and I was there, and this gave me a very long time to hide in my car to overthink every single detail and run every single possibility of how things could go wrong.
I told myself to breath in and let it out, to calm down, and to be myself. Although I don't think being myself would actually help. After ten more minutes I decided to exit my car with a calm face and a collected demeanor. I went straight to the office to get my schedule and do the things new-comers do. The hallways were still empty but for a few students here and there; I know I have come early. I arrived at the office where I saw a slightly chubby blond woman sitting with the brightest red lipstick on her plump lips. She looked no older than thirty, when she saw me, she smiled and nodded for me to walk inside.
"Hello darling, how can I help you?" She had a strong southern accent as she talked.
"I'm Lorraine Goldberg, I'm new here" I explained, tucking a strand of my short black hair behind my ear.
"Ah Yes. Adele talks about you all the time" She said with a chuckle while she was ruffling through some paper. I was not really sure how she knew my grandmother, but I was not about to ask. She did something on her computer and printed a couple of papers then handed them to me. "Here you go. This is your schedule along with the school map, and you will need to sign this from every teacher" she handed me another paper.
I nodded my head, "thank you" I tried to balance my bag, bottle of water, the paper, and my cell phone in my hands without anything dropping. I have always been a clumsy little mess walking around. We exchanged quick goodbyes and I went on to find my first class. As I walked the hallways, I noticed how they were getting crowded by the second. I huffed at the useless map in my hand when I felt myself hitting something. I stumbled back, dropping everything I was holding and then I noticed the male body I collided with. "I am so sorry" I went down to gather my stuff, "I wasn't really looking"
"It's okay, it happens" he was right in front of me, his face so close to mine, and he had the most beautiful forest green eyes I have ever seen. He helped me collect my things and we both stood up and he handed them to me. "Are you okay?"
I quickly nodded, "Yes. I am absolutely fine. I mean…Yeah, I wasn't looking and it's my fault, so I am sorry" I tried to breath in because I was speaking way too fast, "Are you okay?" I asked in a rather flustered tone.
He chuckled showing pearly white teeth, "I am perfectly fine. You must be the new girl"
I nodded my head, "That would be me" I looked at the map in my hand once more, "Hey" I looked back at him, "Do you happen to know where English is?"
"That's actually where I am headed" After he said that we started walking to English. It was silent for a second or two, just the buzz caused by the other students around us. "Hey I'm Sebastian Addington by the way"
I turned to look at him remembering that we never got around the whole introduction thing. "I'm Lorraine Goldberg, but please call me Raine"
"You don't like your name?" he asked
"Just makes me feel kind of old"
We arrived at English and the class was still kind of empty. I chose my seat at the very end of the class, and right next to the window, while Sebastian sat in the very front of the class. More students started to gather inside, then a man with dusty blond hair and lean body entered the class. He looked in his mid-thirties with blue eyes and some wrinkles on their edges. He stood at the very front of the class behind the teacher's desk and waited for a couple of minutes before he closed the class' door. "Hello everyone, my name is Darrel Maguire. Welcome to English AP, let's do the introductions so we can get to work.