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Paige looked down at the contents of the rubbish bin. They’d been meaning to do this for a while.
…Not throw themselves inside, of course. The last time they’d fallen into the bin, it took about half an hour until someone found them trying to claw their way out.
They’d been meaning to throw away those stupid cans and bottles of green paint. Afterall, what’s the point? They definitely don’t use those disgustingly colored markers/paints/gel pens/coloured pencils/etc. So, away it goes.
They held the markers above the yawning mouth of the bin. Right before they dropped the markers in, a small voice had a question.
Why is green an uncreative colour?
They paused. Why- what- Green isn’t creative. Why did they even have that thought? It’s a stupid, ugly, icky colour that doesn’t deserve to—
Their train of thought stops. There was a news article, a little while ago. “Green enhances creativity, studies find.” They’d read that article. They enjoyed it.
So why was green uncreative?
No.
What were they thinking, that news article was probably a scam. A- a lie, misinformation. Even if it somehow was true, green was still the most disgusting colour to exist. Why, vomit was green, for creativity’s sake.
Paige remembered that stupid boy, the one with the dark green-brown eyes. The one whose painting they’d ruined. Why did he think green was a good colour? It was the least creative colour ever—
Click.
The boy. His painting… why did they do that? Why did they try to stop the boy from doing he loved? Why did they say that green wasn’t a creative colour? The look on that boy’s face… Why did they try to crush the boy’s heart? Why was green so evil?
Paige lowered their arm and carefully put the green markers back onto the counter next to them.
Why had they ever tried to stifle creativity? Why were they so rude, so mean, so-
So ignorant and uncreative.
Paige felt a wave of guilt crash over them, and they began to cry.