In the world of crayons, the classroom was their world and the boxes were their towns.

In one of the boxes, there was one crayon that was the color white. One of the crayons, blue, made fun of him for having no color.

“Honey we think you're very useful! Don’t let their rude words and actions get the best of you. We don’t want our only child to leave us,” white crayons mom said.

His mom and dad, who were the gray crayons beg him to stay with his family but he didn’t listen. 

The white crayon cried in his parent's arms, wishing he was another color. The white crayon thought his parents, were only saying this stuff to him because he was their kid. They stayed by his side to comfort him.

“You guys get used all the time you don’t understand,” white crayon said to his parents.

White crayons parents were used to draw metal, clouds, roads, and more. He felt like he did not fit in with his family. “I feel like I just don’t fit in with you guys!” White crayon said as he stormed out of the box.

White crayon started his journey to his grandfather’s older crayon box that consisted of many worn down and used crayons.

“Grandfather always knows how to cheer me up. I am going to see him.” 

The white crayon didn’t know many crayons of his color, besides his grandfather. 

He walked through many classrooms to find his grandfathers. He found his classroom and went into it. 

“Hi grandfather, I need advice from a fellow white crayon.” 

His Grandfather took him to an even older box. The box was located on the dark side of the classroom.

“I want to show you something you should have seen many years ago,” White crayon’s grandfather said to him.

As they walked, white Crayon saw many things that were white like him. He saw clouds, swans, and more.

His greatest challenge to gain this confidence was the blue crayon and his minions. All they did was pick on him and call him bad names. They showed off all the things they could draw. Blue drew a sky, purple drew a witch, and red drew a firetruck.

White couldn’t have shown his talent on a plain piece of paper because it would turn up white. His grandfather helped him gain his worth back and made him realize how much he was used in drawings. 

It is okay to not be like the others.

The white crayon and his grandfather approached the big old-looking box, he was nervous and scared by the box, because his grandfather would not tell him what was inside.

White crayon said, his grandfather stayed quiet until they got to the box entrance.

“Grandpa why can’t you tell me what's inside?”