This is a short story that I wrote demonstarating symbolism that can be shown through light and dark settings. It is about a girl attending her first day of school, but then realizes it is nothing she had expected.

Before she was even able to rise to the sound of her alarm clock, which was set to go off at 7:00am, the bright sun peered in through her window, shining on her face, and waking her up at exactly 6:37am.
Her room filled with glittering light as her eyes widened in excitement. It was the look one would have after receiving their first dream car. She couldn’t even manage to hold back the thrill, as she squealed, “I am so excited for my first day of school!” She hopped out of bed skipping to the bathroom. She stood under her gleaming beauty light as she made sure to cover every visible blemish, in order to look absolutely perfect for her first day. She pulled her hair back into a tight pony tail as she bounced from the bathroom back to her bedroom.
Standing in front of her closet door, she turned the light on, making it as bright as can be to make sure she could see every article of clothing she owned, so that she could pick out a flawless first day outfit. The yellow dress in the right hand corner of her closet, is what caught her eye instantly, so she got a hold of it and gently put it over her head, avoiding to ruin her pony tale and pulled it down to reach just the top of her knees.
Just as she finished getting ready for school, she heard her mother’s gentle voice call out, “Honey it’s breakfast, come downstairs!” She surfed down the staircase, almost tumbling down as she nearly missed the last step. She grabbed her crispy piece of toast smeared with a light layer of cream cheese and hopped into the car. Even the beige interior of her moms Volkswagen seemed so vibrant. Her eyes, glowing the whole 15 minute drive to school, couldn't help but notice the clear blue sky, with the sun being a single happy fish in a crystal coy pond. She arrived at school and got out of the car, like a celebrity getting out of their limo at a red carpet event.
Her yellow dress gleamed in the rays of the sunlight. Strutting to her locker, she saw three pretty girls approaching her, with bland looks on their faces, like models plodding down a catwalk. As they got closer their giggles grew louder, staring at her as if she were an alien from another planet. She felt lost. She couldn’t make out the words they were saying, all she could hear were the evil sounds of their voices bashing on her yellow dress. Her face crumpled like a crushed tin can as one of the girls bumped shoulders with her, causing her binder to smash onto the ground. Her perfectly white and crisp new pieces of paper, now scattered along the hallway floor, filled with the dust from the ground as if encrusted in ashes.
With what felt like a knife in her heart, she bolted to the bathroom, as each salty tear began to dampen the top of her dress more and more. She sat in a dark bathroom stall for what felt like a decade, teardrops dripping down her puffy cheeks. She finally tip toed out of the bathroom hoping no one would see her, but there were the three girls with laughs louder than before. She darted from the bathroom and came across a window, peering out of it she noticed the dark clouds clumping together as the rain started to pour. The fish was now gone.