White: A shade. All the colors. Virginity, purity.

"Alexander did you know?"

"Know what mama?"

"Know that everything can come crumbling down within minutes?"

"Of course mama. I've known that since forever."

"Did you also know the angels can hear you sing?"

"What angels mama?"

"Oh Alexander, someday. Someday you'll know. Someday you'll understand. It's very easy to learn hate and malice. It's easy to learn wrong. But it's also very easy to learn love and acceptance. It's easy to learn right as well. And the best people learn both right and wrong, but choose to follow the right path."

"I don't understand mama."

"All in good time Alexander."

Another dream from before the hurricane of his life. The slamming of a door woke Alexander with a start, and he tumbled from his desk chair to the window and stretched his arms to see who it was. The sun wasn't even in the sky yet, but his mind was already rolling. The ink stains on his right hand and cheek were a testament to his incessant writing, the bags that were bigger than his eyes showed how little sleep his tortured mind was capable of. He glanced over at the calendar. September 17th, his 76th day in Seattle. New school, new friends, new life. Two years since he'd landed in America. The house next door was yellow with green trim, as if the person who painted it had an obsession with the Oregon Ducks. The past few days, he had seen a young girl, perhaps his age, at around this time, 5:30am hop in a red Honda and head out. So it was no surprise to him when he saw her storming towards her car. Maybe today would be the day he'd stop her and introduce himself. Why not. Rain started to pour, but hey, Seattle is wet.

He stepped outside into the downpour and smiled to see the young red head right on time. Her hair bounced a little as she stalked towards her car with a frown on her face, a white dress over her arm.

"Hello?" Alexander offered as a greeting. She turned around, her blue eyes locking with his as if she was assessing his soul, she smiled faintly before remembering it was raining.

"What are you doing out here?" She said in stern voice. "You're going to get sick!" She scolded him like he was a child, but he could tell she meant well.

"I'm Alexander."

"I'm Angie."

Blue: the color often associated with water or sadness.

John woke with a start. His blue sheets were twisted around his legs like vines around a tree and he could hear the soft breathing of his cat next to him. He scratched behind his cat's ears and untangled himself from the sheets. His curls bounced around in front of his face until he found his hair tie and pulled it back into his signature ponytail.

"Morning Liberty." He whispered to his cat before grabbing the tabby and forcing her out of his room. She had a nasty habit of scratching up his clothes while he was getting dressed. He smiled and stared into his closet.

"JOHN!" The voice tore through the large house and wiped the smile from the boy's face. Sighing heavily, John pulled a black shirt off a hanger and ripped a pair of jeans from a drawer before attempting to leave his house unnoticed.

"John," Henry said again, a little softer this time. "You filled your gas tank right?"

John grinned and nodded, then slipped out of the room with a breakfast bar and his keys. The car was warm and welcoming, as soon as it was out of the Laurens' driveway. The trees that lined the dirt road on his way out had always had an eerie feeling about them, but today, they seemed to push his car along, ushering him out and on his way. His mind wandered, trying to make sense of the whole thing. When he stopped at Hercules's house for the first time in months, purely out of habit, he knew he needed to refocus and get on with it. School. He needed to get to school. And so he went, unaware of the boy that stood on the corner talking to a red haired girl with a white dress over her arm.