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The Colour of Happiness by K.P. Gazelle

Genre: Drama, Romance, Young Adult

Pages: Paperback, 218 pages

Published: 1 April 2015, Radiant Books

Organized by: YA Bound Book Tours 

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Faith Lane is the girl who has everything. At least, that’s what everyone thinks when they see her rocking a killer dress while laughing with her best friend, Tiffany. But Faith’s life is far from flawless. Her peers torment her relentlessly, and her parents expect her to be the epitome of perfection. Criticized and pressured at school and home, Faith retreats into silent acceptance and finds an escape in her passion of dancing.

Then she meets Alex – quirky, forever with a pass, and concealing a mysterious secret of his own. And through his encouragement, Faith starts believing in her gift for dance and gains courage to stand up for herself. But will she be able to keep her footing when the events of one night consume her with the need to jump off the rocky cliffs near her coastal home? And what has pushed her to the edge of reason?

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full moonlight. We reached a bench and sat down. Feeling at peace, I rested my head on his shoulder, thinking about how surreal everything felt. Three months ago, I would have never imagined myself sitting with a guy on a bench at night. Or jumping into a locked park, for that matter.

“You know, when I saw you swinging tonight, I couldn’t move for a while,” he said, breaking my reverie.

“What do you mean?”

“When I first saw you tonight, I was speechless. And immobile, I guess.” He sounded almost embarrassed. “You’re simply beautiful, Faith.”

He leaned in a little closer and then paused, asking permission to continue. I wanted my first kiss to be perfect and with someone special. Looking into Alex’s ocean-blue eyes, full of admiration and sincerity, and feeling his warm body next to mine, I knew that this was the moment. Closing my eyes, I leaned in yet a little closer, and soon felt the softness of the most perfect first kiss.

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The floor is yours, K.P. Gazelle

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– K.P. Gazelle

Her puffy eyes and wrinkles stood out even more under the fluorescent lighting. She had to be older than my mom.  How could I yell back? And what was she doing in the middle of my classroom shouting at me in front of my students, anyway?

At this workplace, not too long ago, life crept into an unbearable state of unhealthiness.  Moments like these were not too uncommon, and I soon found it increasingly harder to get out of bed each morning. I would try motivating myself with pep talks and reminders of how I was touching the lives of young children. But even that can only take me so far.

Adult bullies are trained in their strategies and tactics because they most often have been bullies their entire lives. It’s a lot harder to pin point what an adult is saying or doing to qualify them as a bully, but they’re bullies just the same.  And being targeted hurts.

The thing about being bullied, whether as a child or an adult, is that it makes you doubt your self-worth, plummets your self-esteem, and makes you question the reason for your existence. Sometimes, it breaks your soul.

But what’s important to remember is that the bully is the one with the problem, not you. And that your value doesn’t decrease based on someone’s inability to see your worth.

I suffered for two long years, during which I exhausted every resource I had to improve matters. My complaints fell on the deaf ears of our human resource department; my director turned a blind eye.

I was alone.

I knew I had to leave, but how could I just walk away? How could I leave after giving so much of myself to the students and school over the years? How would I continue to support my family? And my identity as a teacher—what would I do with my life?

It took months and months of intense contemplation, consultation, and prayer until I finally found the strength and courage to send in my resignation letter at the end of the school year. A decision for which I can never thank myself enough.

Sometimes, removing yourself from a toxic situation is the greatest service you can do. Because, let’s face it, you are worth much more than any paycheck and above anyone’s abuse.

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