UNEDITED
IMPORTANT QUESTION: is it color blind or colorblind? (*hyperventilates*)
Chapter One
"Oh, honey. No."
I hear those words every morning from the same person. Apparently, I have no "fashion sense". And apparently being color blind doesn't give me a valid reason.
Kylie wiggles her finger in front of my face and says, "Oh sweetie, what am I going to do with you?"
I shrug and give her a weak smile saying, "I guess you'll just have to put up with it."
She chuckles and runs out of my room to my slightly younger sister's room. I stay in my room because in approximately seven seconds she'll be back with clothes.
One...Two...Three...Four...Five...Six...Seven...Eig-
"Here we go!" Kylie sets a small pile of clothes on my bed and smiles. "I'll have you lookin' beautiful in no time!"
"Because I'm not beautiful already?" I question teasingly.
"Not in those clothes."
She hands me a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeve shirt.
"Now go!" Kylie pushes me into my bathroom to make me get dressed.
I strip off my Capri's and t-shirt setting them on the sink. Pulling on the long sleeve shirt, I catch my reflection in the mirror. I'm satisfied with how I usually look, but today my wavy hair is a little bit frizzier than normal.
I pull on the jeans and step outside.
"There is something missing," Kylie says, biting the end of a pen she probably got off my desk.
"You need a jean vest!" My younger sister, Lena, comes in and says. "Here."
She hands me a jean vest that has a few studs on it some places. "You look really pretty," Lena says, giving me a smile.
"Yeah, you do." Kylie agrees.
"Hurry up!" My mom calls from downstairs. "You're going to be late!"
Lena, Kylie and I head downstairs into the kitchen just to see my brother, Timothy, eating some toast.
"Mom, why don't you ever make us breakfast like they do in the movies?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"Because it's colorful, and you wouldn't be able to enjoy the beautiful colors." I chuckled as she says that.
"I guess she'll have to move out then, huh?" Timothy asks, ruffling my hair.
"Well I do plan on moving out as soon as I can."
My mom gives me a peck on the cheek and leaves to go to work, her small bob cut hair bouncing as she went.
Over the years, I've been able to pin point a few colors and memorize their shades, but I'm not all to good at it.
"That looks so gross," I say, pointing to an egg on Kylie's plate that she just made. "It looks like... barf."
"That's 'cause they're scrambled, and all you probably see is a hunk of gray."
It's really weird to hear them talk about how I'm colorblind. They used to think all I saw was black and white. No gray, just black and white. Now that they know I see shades they pretty much automatically think all I see is gray. I guess in a way my life is beautiful since I apparently see it differently.
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Colorblind
Teen FictionKatie is one of the few people in the world to be really colorblind. Without being able to see any color other than black and white (and gray), Katie is left to try to find her own source of happiness, but sometimes it's not that easy.