I haven’t seen my roommate from college in five years. After graduating she moved to a city called Uniqueville, I’ve never been there and don’t really know anything about it. The bus stop where I got dropped off was nothing like I’ve ever seen before; everything was painted bright colors, it looked like something from a Warhol painting. Bright reds, yellows, blue and greens, it was interesting but quite odd. Another thing I noticed as I was stepping off the bus was the appearance of the people; they too were lavished in bright colors. I heard a shriek followed by my name, I wasn’t aware of whom it was until she ran up and hugged me. It was Sara, my old roommate.
She was just as unique as the bus stop; bright pink hair, blue eye shadow and orange lipstick. I recalled back to what she looked like in college, brown hair, classy clothes and overall normal. She had the same welcoming smile however, so I knew it was her.
“Kelli! I’m so happy you’re here!” She exclaimed while looking me up and down, “We may want to doll you up some girl; you stand out like a sore thumb.”
“What?” I questioned. She went on to tell me that the number one rule in Uniqueville was to, well, be unique. This explains the bright colors everywhere. The more I looked around the more I realized I stood out, I never in a million years thought that I looking like I do would be the one that stood out. I almost felt the need to put on my sunglasses to block some of these colors.
“Well, this place is certainly unique, looks like something right out of a movie.” I forced a smile.
The next unique thing I noticed was that there were no words on the street signs or buildings; everything was in symbols and pictures. She took me into her favorite restaurant called ‘.’ The inside was more shocking than the outside, there were so many colors it looked like a rainbow exploded and splattered everything. The menus were no different; the only thing in it was pictures of...