When I look at one thing, I always take a second to look beyond the surface. Like a pair of scissors, pink, blue, yellow, and orange. Sharp as a shark’s tooth. Staring at it, I would think of what I could do with it.  But not just to cut things, but to also use it in a way that I can express myself, and who I was and who I am now.
I look around my room. What can a plain old room have? There’s a wall. Plain, and simple. I looked at my pale hands. Over and over again. Am I strong enough to punch through the plain old wall? I stared at the wall again clenching my hands into a fist and attempted a punch. I could feel my nails digging into my skin a dull throb. Right before I hit the wall, I stopped. I was definitely not going to punch the wall. I don’t have a reason to do it. That would be crazy and I will not go beyond that point. But if I do...what would I see through the wall? Will there be glory? Will there be victory?
Not. It’s a wall. But really, I wasn’t thinking of the wall then.
I imagined myself in a battlefield, a water wall blocking my way to survival. I knew I wasn't going to punch through that wall. It was definitely a dream, but a dream that I would remember forever. I turned and saw dozens and dozens of sharks behind me. They often raised their mouths and shined their huge white teeth. Their dark grey eyes glared at me, filling me with fear. Their jaws crumbled the bones of other tiny fishes with ease. I thought that this place held no life, no hope.
In my hands, I felt a sharp pain. That can’t be… I looked down and oh, look! The old sharp colorful scissor laid within my palm. It was probably the only thing I had then that had color, life.
I looked at the wall again, then back at the sharks, which were getting inch closer with every blink. I knew I didn’t have enough time to blink then. I turned towards the wall again. It was the same plain blue wall that had no life to it. I knew if I didn’t have something to force me, I wouldn’t attempt to punch through that wall. I was also dying from lack of air because I was in water trying to push myself up each time to breath against the waves. There was no sky, no sun, no life. I had to make a choice. Wait for the sharks to come and stab them with my scissor or to stab myself and push myself through that wall.  I looked at the scissor and I knew there was no way to defend myself from all those sharks.
I felt the water waves get stronger, I couldn't tell if I was sweating or just water. I was pretty sure it was both. My legs were exhausted. My hands pushing my hair out of my sight every 5 seconds. I had to go. I swam to the wall and... OUCH! The sight of red water rose from my hand. My eyebrows rose and had no choice left but to punch the wall.

“Anna! Wake up. We have to go now. We are already late for the trip,” my mom yelled while eating an apple rapidly.
I yawned. What is it now?
“UGH. Where are we going again?” I yawned.
“We’re going to your fencing competition, then the beach,” my mom replied.
“‘K gee. I totally forgot about it.”
I was definitely going to punch through the limit line today and force myself to win that competition. And going past that limit line will bring me the glory.
A beach. Happiness. Joy. Family. Hope. Living a life with color is better than living in the dark.