Outcast Island

Date: 9/19/2019

I was attending a magical boarding school on the coast. Everything was pastel pinks and sparkles. The students were magical too, with flowery hair colored green and purple and blue. An outcast among them, I came in one shade–a porcelain grey or a creme beige. A few were like me, unliked, unwanted, totally uncool. Cast out of the lunchroom and into the gardens, we formed our own little group and called it Outcast Island.