Where we are, beginning of a story I'm working on Options

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I've had this idea of a story in my head for weeks but I couldnt figure out how to start it. I've got something but I'm not sure if it's good. CC please. I need it badly!

He was just a person. A person with flaws and imperfections that showed everyday. He had more friends than one would expect him to have. His father was a rebel and most stayed away from them and anyone associated with them. His favorite color was blue. Blue for the sky, blue for freedom. He himself had never tasted freedom but he imagined it was sweet or perhaps sour. He even thought it might taste like everything. It could, right?

It could taste like the rivers that branched through his country; it could taste like the peaks of the mountains that stood higher than anything else. It could taste like the emerald hill that he was standing on right at this moment.

A light breeze pushed past him without any regards and caused the leaves on the trees to spray in all directions. One of them landed at his feet and refused to move any farther. It was fall and the leave was, well, green. The rest of the leaves were glorious colors. They were rich reds and oranges; yellows and the often forgotten brown. He picked it up and twirled it casually in his right hand. He placed it in his coat pocket and patted it softly.

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Thanks Thomas. You're right. It does sound repetitive (however you spell it )