Colour enthrals me in ways that many people don’t understand. The vibrancy or the dullness, the lightness or the darkness, the vividness or the prosaicness. How, with just a speck of colour, a drawing can come alive. With a slash of colour, a painting can leap and dance. The variety of colours, from gaudy oranges to dusky blues.
Too many people in my peculiar, slightly deranged society, find colour as more of a way to judge rather than a beauty. After all, nobody can escape being judged. Everything you do or say is judged, the way you look is judged, but most importantly, your colour is judged. It isn’t your skin, or your eyes, or your clothes. No, the colour of your hair is what is judged.
Nobody cares about your personality. Why bother getting to know you when one look and everything is said? Head says that it’s for “efficiency and for the purposes of good”. When I was younger, I never understood what Head meant by ‘for the purposes of good’. Mama explained that it was so that we can single out the evil. To me, everybody has some form of evil. Its inside, like some sort of hellish demon, and can be released at any time.
Evil is frowned upon by everyone, and so are many other things. Murder. Rebellion. Purposeful Pain.
Every day I walk down the streets filled with greys and greens and blues, surrounded by a sea of bobbing heads. From above, it must be an incredible sight, to see all the amazing colours moving together. To watch them weave and turn, stumble along-side of each other, dotted with the occasional greys of school children yet to be decided.
Sometimes it sickens me, to see people singled out by a mere colour, other times it fascinates me but mostly I ignore it. Why try and think about changing something when it never can be changed? Head is so powerful, so robust in some form of way. Nobody could ever change anything and nobody would change anything. We are controlled, we have no say. Our input is invalid. What the people want is not what the people get. What the Head wants is what the people get.
Head is a real big mystery. We don’t know if Head is a he or a she, or even if it’s just a single person. Perhaps it is a huge network of busy people. Who knows? Anybody that works at HQ eats, sleeps and lives there. You can see the Resident Block jutting out of the main tower. There seem to be hundreds of tiny glass panels, views blocked by single grey curtains. Could there be hundreds of people who make Head? Anybody that goes into there is only allowed up onto the sixth floor. Beyond that is residents and strictly ‘involved’ staff only. Maybe those staff are involved with the Head.
Head is the most powerful, influential person out there. Everything seems to be created by Head, rules, streets, houses and The Test. One of Head’s most successful invention.
The Test is something that only seventh years are allowed to take. There is only one school in every area and that one school is only attended to by seventh years. Seventh year is by far the most important year and anybody in seventh year has a huge year ahead of them.
So that’s me. I’m Cassy Evelyn, seventh year student and in two days time, I’ll be taking The Test.