I woke up to Ms. Rose shaking me awake again.

"How many times is this, this week alone?" she asked sternly.

I sighed, knowing the lecture that was coming, "I know, I know" I said, sad that I had been caught. I had been dreaming about my Dad again, that terrible nightmare that kept me up at night.

"Look at me" The command was uncompromising and stern.

I slowly lifted my eyes to Ms. Rose's and looked her dead in her deep red eyes. I could feel the anger flowing from her. Not without love, but that seemed to be masked by the pure rage that filled her eyes. 

"Why do you come to class?" She demanded.

I started to answer but she cut me off.

"You come to class not to take a nap but to learn about the colors and how to use them! Why, then, do you always seem to be asleep when I call on you?"

I slowly lowered my head, mumbling the same old excuse about nightmares and not being able to sleep. I heard a small chuckle from behind me. That would be Rob, preparing for the beat-up season after school.

"What was that? Speak up!" Ms. Rose demanded. "I know that you are having a hard time with your dad gone, but that doesn't mean falling asleep in my class."

She had gone one step too far in bringing my dad in. I slowly stood up. I could feel myself getting a little angry too. "Don't you dare bring my dad into this," I said softly.

Behind me, I heard another little chuckle. I knew Rob was thinking about his next little beating, in fact, I could feel the nasty purple bruises on my chest still, they seemed to be on fire as I stood up.

Ms. Rose took half a step back seeming... surprised... that had never happened before… But then I saw the fire in her eyes spark again, and now she was yelling at me, "I will bring your Dad into this if it will save your life! The world out there is terrifying, and if it wasn't for the powers we have, being able to make pocket dimensions in our eye colors we would be dead!"

As I stood there slowly getting angrier I felt a spitball land on the back of my neck, and heard a little whisper behind me, "what are you going to do about it purple?" Then I heard Rob laugh. Assaulted on both sides again. Still Ms. Rose continued to yell her little rant at me.

"If the world had paid attention in classes like these maybe we wouldn't have the problem of being hunted down by the goblins or the orcs, but you know what, someone was sleeping in class and instead of going into a pocket decided it would be fun to bring creatures from their color plane, the dimension full of the colors that would kill you and brought the goblins and the orcs here to kill us."

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I really didn't much care.

I had had this lecture hundreds of times before, and still, I didn't see why I had to be in this class.

Ms. Rose seemed to notice that I was paying no mind to her screaming, and so her noise level dropped. Her eyes flashed the deepest red I had seen, and pure rage seemed to stream from her.

"What do you have to say for yourself," she seemed to be breathing fire as she spoke the words.

I raised my eyebrow, surprised she would let me speak. "The world changed because of their mistake, and that does matter," I began saying, "but you know as well as everyone else in the world that I, a lowly purple, will probably never even see purple in my whole life. I never will have the chance to see the world in a way that a single word you say will ever matter to me." It took me a second to realize what I had said, I was just sick and tired of everyone telling me what I couldn't do and what I had to do.

My eyes met Ms. Roses and for a half second I shrank back from the dragon fire that seemed to dance in those red eyes.

"Fine," she finally said in a whisper, I could feel the whole class leaning in to hear what she was about to say, "go be like your colorless father" my blood turned cold, but she continued, "the traitor who gave up his soul, who gave up all the trust he could ever have had. Giving up his color, disgraceful." She started to turn away, but I had had enough.

The bruises on my chest seemed to be on fire, but I stood as tall as I could, and spoke as powerfully as I could.

"No one talks about my dad that way." I had never had the room seem so transfixed on me. "It has been good knowing you, but until we meet again." 

I gave the class a mocking salute, grabbed my bag, and started walking towards the door. I made it a lot farther than I had thought I would before Rob tackled me to the ground. 

We fought like the children we were, kicking, biting, scratching, pulling hair, the whole nine yards. I finally managed to pull myself away enough to run for the door. I reached out for the handle right as I realized what Ms. Rose was saying, "-elp with Rob and Ray" I sighed, feeling the ground shift under my feet.

Rob and I were both instantly sitting in the white chairs outside the principal's office facing each other. I looked at him calmly, trying to hold my feelings in check.

He looked right back at me and smiled his stupid, cocky smile. His blue eyes lit up and he gave a little laugh, "You, my friend are about to have a talking to," he said happily, "I hope they beat you, the last person I saw beat was your father"

I could only see purple, and I think I saw a flash of fear on Rob's face as I lunged at him, but I should have known it wouldn't work. The chair seemed to wrap itself around me as I lunged, forming shackles and becoming stiff again until I was stuck face down on the floor, now tied to the chair.

I heard the door open and a sigh. I heard Rob sobbing up some excuse, he might be a primer, but he had to have some small excuse to attack me.

I heard Rob walk into the office and the door shut behind him. I lay on the cold hard floor unable to move for about fifteen minutes before I heard the door open and felt the chair release me. 

I stood up as Rob walked by. I could see fake tears on his cheeks and eyes, but when he saw me he had that wicked smile. As he passed by he whispered, "man how fun this is going to be."