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M o v i n g a ro u n d s o m u c h d e n i e d m e
a sense of community as a child
- n o w s u r ro u n d e d b y s o m e t h i n g
which claims so much commu-
n i t y t o o f f e r, h a v e I t r u l y a s -
similated after five years? Or is
belonging going to be a life long
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battle for me?
M Y C O L O R : A B R E I F M E M O I R LIZZY ELKINS
As spirit week rolls around for Sadie
The boy was a dark green. He was in love with Hawkins, Homecoming, or Prom every year, there
me. I know this because every time I was with him I seems to be a day dedicated to college wear. As
Cara Chenoweth could feel his color trying to merge with mine, marking students mull through the hallways, the prevalence
me as his own. His love was given freely without thought of Oregon State and University of Oregon spirit wear
of consequences. In that way I admire him. Sometimes I is overwhelming. It seems that innately, each stu-
feel sorry that I could never love him. I was not created dent knows which team/side they belong to, theyve
It seems I know everybodys color but my own.
to love boys like him. I was made to love girls and boys known it since they were little. In others schools and
Kassi, who sits across from me, is a muted red. It almost
who love me so intensely I cant do anything but leave. I other states, its the same. Walking in the halls of a
feels like shes shouting it from the rooftops. Im still
was made to love people who want to be fixed by me. But Maryland high school, youll see students proudly
here.. Kayla is a forest green. The feeling you get when
Im not my father. I dont have his mechanical hands. representing the Ravens, the Steelers, the Yankees,
youre in a forest and the sunlight filters through the leaves.
There was only one girl who didnt want me to any team with which they align themselves.
Its the kind of color that listens to you with concerned
repair her broken soul. She would rather rip me apart so In Oregon specifically, seeing so much
eyes the color of the earth it grew from. Ms. Osman is a
we could match. She made me want to claw and pry my orange and black and yellow and green causes me to
navy blue. Sometimes when I get too close I can feel the
color off my body to become one with hers. It was never self-reflect. A lot of these students have known since
splotches of silver like shes carrying the soul of her sister
enough. I was never enough. I could have become the
entwined with her own. Blake is yellow. Its there, hidden
exact replica of her almost black green, and she would
under waves of grays and blacks. Sometimes I wonder if
claim she wanted a contrasting color. I loved her any-
hes trying to smother his color in mourning.
ways. I loved the feeling of having an identity. I was no
A memoir is supposed to be about yourself. What
longer floating, I was hers. I used to think what we had
do you do when your identity is made up of others? I tell
was passion. Our arguments werent professions of love,
other peoples stories in hope of finding my own.
they were just warning signs. Sometimes it was good. I
think we were always destined to be friends. She told
What does it me she couldnt live without me. I thought I couldnt live
without her. It took me too long to realize I wasnt living
mean when with her in the first place. Where I lost a lover I gained a
lifelong friend.
your identity is made
The second girl was purple and gold. I didnt
love her. She tried to craft for me what the first girl failed