Practically for as long as she could remember, she had been green. For this reason, people were cruel. Children called her uninspired names like 'green bean' and 'frog spawn'. Adults whispered none too quietly about her. Was she deformed? Had she committed some grievous sin for which this was the punishment? Was she evil? Even her family held no sympathy.
It wasn't fun or easy to endure by any means, but endure she did. Early on, she had made the decision to, rather than be beaten down by these opinions of others, drive herself to excel in her endeavors. While an acerbic wit was not a born trait of hers, it developed as early on in life as she could remember. Sharpened with her studies and practices. As those around her sent their volleys of crude and broad words, favoring quantity of fire over precision of aim, she fortified herself behind her sturdy walls of indifference and ambition. Even returning with salvos of her own with finely honed barbs forged with her keen observations. Her own attacks designed, not to wear down slowly with attrition, but to slice at the knees. Only in retaliation in her youth, but more preemptively over time until, more often than not, she fired if not first, then with the slightest of provocations.
In her years from childhood to adolescence to adulthood, it was made more and more clear that she was unique in her pigmentation. A freak, as she was most often referred. No matter how many were around her. A bustling metropolis. An energized university campus. A quiet family dinner. She was alone. Always.
Until one day.
A midwestern city. A sunny day like any other. Everyday people going about their everyday business. Just dancing through life. Two women. One exiting a high end clothing store. The other sitting outside a cafe with her most recent book. A stray glance. A double take. Dark, nearly black eyes meet emerald. A single thought.
"Impossible."
A/N: Shout out to my friend, Nikki, for guiding me to the horrifying realization that our verdant cafe goer could just as easily be Kermit the frog. The dark eyes. The sass. The appreciation for some good tea.