Green

I’m a green guy. My skin is green, my hands are green, my hair is green, even my teeth is green. I live in a green house, with a green dog and green family, with a nice green convertible resting on my green driveway next to my expensive green basketball hoop and green trampoline. I go to a red school, where all the teachers are red with red hair and hands and teeth and skin. At my red school, I see my red friends. My red friends and I always eat our red lunches together and ride the red bus home down the red streets in our red town.

One day I had a brilliant green idea. My green idea would change everything. It was perfect. My green idea was so amazing; it could solve any green problem you could think of. I wanted to share my green idea so everyone would benefit from its greenness too. When I told my red friends about my green idea, they got quiet, and their faces flashed a brighter red. I didn’t understand their redness. And they didn’t understand my green.