Hm…I think this is shorter than the other two, but oh well. This was actually written awhile ago, being the first one I wrote, but I decided to post it today. Some of the things I address are in response to other fics that portray Vida as emo…I just can't stand it.
Hope you enjoy, and please please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Power Rangers.
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Pink
I hated Pink. Too girlish, too childish.
But hated is the operative word.
For now, I no longer detest Pink.
I live and breathe Pink. It's my favorite color.
I love Pink.
Why?
Because I was fixed to the color for so long, it kind of rubbed off on me.
Not that I'm complaining.
But it's funny. Pink is the girl color, while Blue is the boy color.
The exact opposite of my sister and me.
She is shy and girly. I am loud, outspoken, and a DJ.
She is Blue, while I am Pink.
Weird, isn't it?
But we've gotten used to it. The stares at our choice in color, and the giggles at the irony.
Oh, well. Besides, who would have guessed that Blue and Red work real well together? Or Blue and Yellow? Or Pink and Yellow? Or Pink and Green?
I would've guessed that Blue and Pink would have been am accomplished pair.
But who would have thought that I would get stuck with Pink, my least favorite color ever?
Pink, the color of girls.
Pink, the clichéd color, worn and used so often.
The color that I used to hate, for reasons unknown to me now.
But I love Pink.
Pink is my friend. My one soul companion.
I adore Pink.
But what variety could I say I love the most?
There are the softer, paler shades, ones that are innocent and light.
There are the bolder, louder shades, ones that are outspoken and bright.
There are the vivid types, the pastel types. Ones that symbolize something different.
And I love every last one of them. From Rose to Magenta.
That's why I love Pink.
And why I love myself.