Albino: A person lacking melanin pigmentation in the skin, eyes, and hair.
That's what Ludek Royu was. His entire life he'd felt as though something was missing, and it wasn't the lack of color in his hair. Nor was it the lack of color in his skin...
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Elizabeth, Colorado. Simply a small city. Yet the colors that painted the sky was something that would always bring me back home. It was my last year here. The moment I walked across that stage I was packing my bags and beginning my journey.
Although it had taken a while to get my parents to agree, I would be taking a gap year, in that year I would travel the world, not just the states, but the entire world. I was ready for what the world had for me.
"Mija, come on you're brother's waiting for you outside." My mom softly knocked on my door. Hearing her voice first thing in the morning was something I would miss. Despite the stereotype of hispanic moms waking you up with a chancla to the face, my mom would never hurt a soul. Unless said soul forgot to take out the chicken like she said to do 4hours ago.
"I'm almost done Ma" I respond while taking out the last overnight roll I had put in my hair last night. Against all the cliches, I did not wake up with perfectly curled or straightened hair. I suffered from impossible frizzy hair in the morning. But thanks to my Beauty Guru of a best friend, I had learned that by putting in these hair curlers at night, I not only got a few extra minutes of sleep, I also didn't have to explain to people that my genetics provided me with neither curly or straight hair.
Checking in the mirror one last time, I made sure everything would be approved by my dad. Entering my teens, I had been incredibly pissed when my dad would make comments about my choice of clothing being too revealing, throughout the years I've gotten used to it, after all it's his job that puts food on the table, the least I can do is respect his rules, well until I move out.
It was the beginning of December, the air had suddenly become too cold to just go outside in a windbreaker. I was wearing my light brown fluffy jacket with a simple black tank underneath, tucked into some high waisted jeans. I had decided to wear my checkered slip on vans that had small dots of paint on them from when I worked in the studio. To tie the look together I added a thin black belt, letting the extra fall freely.
A small ring brought my attention away from the mirror, flipping my phone over I looked over the message.
Leo : We're going to be late.
Crap. Quickly grabbing my Kanken I made my way out my room. I could hear my mom in the kitchen most likely packing her lunch for the day. I was right. My mom stood there behind the counter, her hands expertly cutting carrots. Her long black locks fell down her back. I guess I understood why my hair was such a mess, my parents both had different hair types, it made sense that my genetics didn't know what way to lean. Either my mom's straight locks, or my dad's curly mess.
"Bye Ma, I'm going to be late!" I pecked her on the cheek and headed out the front door. "Love you!" I could hear her muffled respond through the closed front door.
The moment one foot was inside the car Leo was already backing out of the driveway. I knew for a fact it wasn't because we were going to be late. Whenever he wasn't driving with my parents in the car he would drive as though he was in Fast and the Furious.
