But I won’t let that happen. I hug my friends from the Indigo Valley. I’m down with them and watch the purple get closer, we all shaking. Purple don’t cover their mouths, shooting laughter. We’re shot at and die. I start screaming.

“Indigo!”

Not just top corner, but all corners look at me.

“Indigo! Indigo! Indigo!”

I start breaking purple in places till I can’t. Then I break purple next to Bill. Then I break all the purples I see. No one stops cause they scared. Mrs. Strawberry don’t move. She’ll rather nibble purple and not indigo. They won’t take the valley. I’ll save Indigo Valley from the purple, but I still hear some from the top.

“Look at the spaz freak out!”

“I told you he’s crazy.”

“Keep throwing purple at him.”

The top throw purple. It hurts but I fight. I’m on the ground smashing purple with my hands. I’ll save the valley - every valley from the purple. But they laugh. Their mouths firing, no hand covering. I hurt more, I start shivering while I destroy the purple. They still laugh and shout.

“Purple, Purple, Purple!”

Don’t remember much more. Bill says Joey grabbed the chair, but it was me: Indigo. Indigo threw a chair at Purple. They don’t get up. Indigo saved the valley. Then Bill threw down Indigo and sat on him. Shook him hard till he cried.

“Joey, calm down. Mrs. Strawberry’s taking all the purple away. You can have your Indigo. Please take it easy.”

He kept on calling me Joey. But I won’t be purple, I’m Indigo.