Life without color

This is an essay on Life without color. I have done it by myself.
It all started when my art teacher assigned me an essay on the topic life without colour. First I thought it was the silliest topic in the whole entire world. But then I thought about it and before I knew I just couldn’t stop thinking about the essay I was going to write. It scared me as I thought about not having the green luxurious grass and lovely blue sky. Finally, I snapped out of it as I was called on to tell the answer. After the bell rang, I went into my car and started to think about the essay. After 5 minutes, I didn’t even realize that I was going into a day dream.

It started when I was ready to get up and I couldn’t tell the difference between mine and my brother’s blanket. It was weird. Then I got up and headed for the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth. My gums were very sore, so I spit into the sink to see if they were bleeding. The only problem was I couldn’t see what colour my spit was. It just had no colour. It disgusted me. I brushed my teeth and then went to check what colour my teeth were. Then I dropped dead in my tracks as I realized that there were no colours. I suddenly felt excited as mom could not tell today if my teeth were yellow. Then finally I finished showering and I tried to find my sports uniform but mine and my brothers looked the same. Usually I could tell because of colours but today I didn’t know what to do. After that I looked at the size and after many attempts found my uniform. I sighed as I knew today would be a long day. Then very disappointed I went down to go to school. But I just couldn’t find my car. Suddenly I had this queer thought that my car was car napped. My beautiful, jet-black Honda City gone. Then I heard a noise. Honk! Honk! Was that my car or my next door neighbors? I finally figured out that it was my car by looking at the license plate. Ugh! Then I went to school and that wonderful Symbiosis International School with so many colours was all dull and without colours. I didn’t feel like going to school. After I looked around and stopped answering people who asked me what school house I was in, my teacher asked me to pick up 5 charts that she had ordered from the school office which was on the 5th floor. So then I dashed 10 flights of stairs and finally reached the school office. Panting, I asked the first guy I met to give me the charts. He told me to go in the first room on the right and get the charts. He said they were behind the desk. When I reached, I saw about 20 charts there and didn’t know which one they meant. Ring! Ring! Oh no, there went the bell. I forgot about the charts and raced down 4 flights this time as my first period was science which was on the third floor in my classroom. When I reached we were all told to ask questions. Before I could start One KG boy came and interrupted. He asked our teacher; “What is the colour of a banyan tree?” We all knew it was a very easy question to answer but we couldn’t describe it to such a clueless boy when we couldn’t see it anymore either. Then very melancholy, I went to art to complete my rainbow but I couldn’t remember or see the colour I was on. Another thought struck me. What happened to all of nature? Would colour ever come back? It gave me the creeps.

After a very long day I went home and changed my clothes. Suddenly I remembered my pet chameleon, Rery in the backyard so I rushed outside. The problem was that I couldn’t find Rery anywhere. Finally I found him resting on a tree. I couldn’t find him because everything looked just like him. He was looking even worse than I was. Then a terrifying thought struck me. All animals will be like this. The monarch butterfly all dull and gray without its own special features. Same with the giraffe and the ant and all of the other animals. The whole world was so dull. I fell down onto the grass and wailed “I need colours to live”. Then I felt a pat on my back and realized that it was my brother telling me that we were home. I was so happy that it was all a daydream that I gave all of my chocolate pie to him.

After that day I realized how important it is to have colour. During this essay I felt the pains of a blind man or a dog. They don’t know what colour is and how rich it can make your life be. Colour in life gives you lots of characters like being friendly, nice, exciting and many other things. For me, colour is a basic necessity in life. Without colour, I don’t think I could live happily. What about you?