Black.

White.

Black.

White.

Nothing had color or value to Skylar anymore.

After her house had burnt down four years ago killing her mother, father, two brothers, and her soon to be born baby sister, life had no meaning to it.

It was simply bland.

She was misunderstood.

Used.

Accused.

And she didn't want to go through with it anymore.

Life.

Wearing her away.

She didn't see faces anymore, just the usual black and white and occasionally a splash of gray.

She had completely given up hope, gotten lost in her ways.

She lived a low life with her aunt and was sure not to be seen in public very often, except for school of course.

But it was that very first day when she saw it.

The first day of a new school.

High school, a freshman.

Might as well put a sign on her back stating 'Kick Me.'

But she ignored all that and focused on what was really more important . . .

She saw her first splash of color.