My name is Green Color, the fourth child out of seven siblings. Being right in the middle is strange—you’re not the oldest with all the responsibility, nor the youngest with all the attention. You just… exist, somewhere in between. But I don’t really mind. I’ve always preferred being in the background, where I can quietly watch things grow.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfnLIySvIqp
From the time I was little, plants were my best friends. I loved digging my fingers into the soil, watering seedlings, and waiting patiently as they sprouted into something new. That patience, people say, is what makes me the calmest among my brothers and sisters.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH4iPHUx3Zd
At age fifteen, I’m still the same. Maybe a little taller—165 centimeters—and stronger from climbing trees and hauling garden tools around. My skin is tanned from hours under the sun, my hair dark brown and messy no matter how I comb it, and my eyes, an odd shade of emerald, stand out the most. They reflect the greenery I love so much.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDKTNgptt5q
When I entered seventh grade at Universe Junior High School, I make a choice: I joined the Nature Lovers Club. For three years, that club became my second family. We hiked mountains, camped in forests, and fell asleep under skies overflowing with stars. Even now, in high school, I remain in the club—my roots have sunk too deep in nature for me to leave it behind.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0rBNqx6ZlT
My siblings are… well, a handful.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnnYAXdNm6F
Yellow, my twin, is mischievous and never misses a chance to pull pranks. He thinks it’s funny when I get annoyed, but honestly, it’s exhausting.
Indigo, my older brothers, has a gloomy air about him. He likes everything related to horror—ghost stories, creepy films, dark music. I respect him, but being around him makes me uneasy. Maybe it’s because I’m the opposite: calm, simple, and absolutely terrified of horror movies.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtYPYeg7g2z
The rest of my brothers and sisters each have their quirks, but somehow, we make it work.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZsUghLEM0z
When the house gets too noisy, I escape to the old treehouse in the backyard. It creaks when the wind blows, and the wood smells faintly of moss and sun-dried leaves. To me, it’s the most peaceful place in the world. Sometimes I nap there after gardening, with sunlight filtering through the cracks, warming my face. Other times, I sit by the tiny window, open my diary, and write.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡntoVQat3oG
That diary holds my biggest secret: Daisy Flower. Of course, I don’t use her real name—I write “Isy” instead. She’s… well, she’s special. I don’t even know if she notices me, but whenever I write about her, my heart feels lighter, like the forest itself is keeping me company. I imagine us walking side by side through the woods, her laughter weaving into the rustle of leaves.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGckGZBqjY1
Outside, I’m just Green—vegetarian, gardener, quiet sibling, nature club member. But in those diary pages, I’m someone braver, someone who can look Daisy in the eyes and say what I feel.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQQbZJZE2qJ
For now, the world doesn’t know about Isy. For now, my secret stays hidden between the lines of my diary and the branches of the treehouse.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxHZ5vhDeVy
But maybe someday, the roots I’ve planted in silence will grow into something greater—something that reaches the sunlight.
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