Talk:Kick/@comment-5433364-20130302224107

I'm completely re-writing "Black, White, and Red" as "Stuck In Black and White". I just wrote this foreward to start it off, and I have to say, I am proud of it :D

''There are several classifications and stereotypes in high school. Some not true, most vicious. It doesn't matter which way you choose to take it, and the phrase "turn the other cheek" hardly suffices in such a cannibalistic society where the cheek would be slapped, and quite rudely at that. So the best choice is just to smile, and pretend that maybe losing someone doesn't hurt as much as you'd thought that it would. Some are spared the drama and sail through unscathed, others are not as lucky. It depends, and the set of circumstances, unfortunately, are not always set to the status quo.''

''Cliches are the epitome of what defines the so-called "puppy love crush". What do sixteen and seventeen year olds know about a series of neurological chemical reactions in the first place? Useless contractions, gum, and most of all- lipgloss, all unnecessary yet seemingly needed in one of the most "identity-crisis" years of a human's life. To be profound and philosophical, to say the least, and what it would be.''

''So, to put bluntly, this is not a love story; it is a story about love. The story of how two seemingly random players in the wide and vast world came to be. One blonde, the other brunet; both devastatingly gorgeous in a way not usually found. Both happy until the other. There are no monuments dedicated to them, and their legacy will soon be forgotten. The two of them never changed the course of history, and their names will never be inscribed in ancient hieroglyphics scrolls or printed in history textbooks. They are just two other players in the bigger game.''

And maybe, just maybe, that is enough to set the scene.